The Q | the antidote
Q: How is artistic expansion an antidote to our worldly obligations?*Responses will be curated and may be shared with permission.Permission* Yes, I give my permission Show Full AgreementBy submitting your response, you are granting AROHO permission for possible publication – in whole or excerpts – in WAVES, which is also archived on our website and may be shared on social platforms.Name* First Last Address* State / Province / Region...
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. . . The journey from the head to hand is perilous and lined with bodies. It is the road on which nearly everyone who wants to write—and many of the people who do write—get lost… Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words… I never learned how to take the beautiful thing in my imagination and put it on paper...
Babcia by Maria Krol-Sinclair
“Babcia” by Maria Krol-Sinclair He sits on a chair asleep feeding his feet to the fire ears gently infected Disease is both treatable and known. But no medicine. 1959 In the thin-wombed world Fever breaking the fence posts of my four year old father Ecstatically; crackingly splitting out and in. The priest came for my father climbed the fourteen steep balcons to bless him cooly. My Babcia, a young Babcia,...
Before Magellan Mapping Mission by Maurine Haltiner
“Before Magellan Mapping Mission” by Maurine Haltiner One November evening Grandmother introduces me to Venus. She points west through box elder branches spider-webbing star shine. The planet brags above the horizon. She says its name as if it belongs to her, as if she is sowing a piece in my hands. We inhale its brilliance while the quarter moon delights with a slice of white. Make no mistake— Love is light. A year...
Aphrodite by Nikki Russian
“Aphrodite” by Nikki Russian ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nikki Russian Artist Statement: This image represents a woman’s body immortalised. Our bodies are beautiful, diverse and unique, and seeing them glorified as art – whether as a sculpture, painting, photograph, or even a piece of writing leads us to appreciate the female form without always...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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