oneself to oneness
. . . My art is the way I re-establish the bonds that unite me to the universe. Ana Mendieta . . . No matter what is going on, I put my hand to pen or paint, and everything else is crowded out. I become a daffodil in the wind, a cloud dancing with spirits. I become free and human. Janell Moon “The Place Between” by Sandra Duran-Wilson I am my dreams, my...
What is Ending by Jess Weitz
“What is Ending” by Jess Weitz I. morning sun come my way take my pain down to the cool waters lumbering into a shock of light a brown earth form grand emaciated mountain dripping milk from black teets sings the spring into being while climbing through a slit in the rocks two new forms in tow a single body holding exhaustion and power moving between roots and tree tops birthing through dreams the brown bear...
Time and Tide by Martina Mcateer
“Time and Tide” by Martina Mcateer It is when I disappear into my work that I am most visible. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Martina Mcateer Artist Statement: [This work is about] transience…how we flow also like the tide…our dream theatres within us and the duality of all. There is a sense of the ending of the old order and a whole...
Lyon Woman by Vijali Hamilton
“Lyon Woman” by Vijali Hamilton 2020 the year of the Coronavirus In the fields of life I have made myself strong as a lyon, beautiful of face. Sun giver of life, flame of fire, come forward in my body, my divine house. You are more than the light in temples, You are my strength inside. I have made transformations all at the dictates of my heart. With my name upon water may I join Thee who made me come...
December Collect by Rhett Watts
“December Collect” by Rhett Watts I whistle and drone like blue embers. Breathe in fire smoke, breathe out a sound stream. Spread ashes on a nest of spent wood as kinswomen, hearth-keepers, fires to smolder through the night....
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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