Ritual
Oct25

Ritual

…   Habits gradually change the face of one’s life as time changes one’s physical face; & one does not know it. Virginia Woolf   Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES     “Works and Days” by Tanja Markus   In sum, this work is about: Inspired by the Bosch’s outer panels of “The Garden of Earthly Delights,” “Works and Days” transforms the depiction of the creation of...

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Works and Days by Tanja Markus
Oct25

Works and Days by Tanja Markus

  “Works and Days” by Tanja Markus     In sum, this work is about: Inspired by the Bosch’s outer panels of “The Garden of Earthly Delights,” “Works and Days” transforms the depiction of the creation of the world into the metaphor of contemporary accomplishments of humanity, which, lobotomized by the principles of market mechanics, has lost its spirituality and its rituals.  ...

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Expression of Woman’s Creativity and Freedom by K. Srikala Ganapathy
Oct25

Expression of Woman’s Creativity and Freedom by K. Srikala Ganapathy

  “Expression of Woman’s Creativity and Freedom” by K. Srikala Ganapathy     ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   K. Srikala Ganapathy Artist Statement: I would like to call myself a mentor, educator, artist, seeker. I define my creative identity as a way of expressing my creativity through art. I love drawing mandalas. I love to use my creative freedom to...

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Fawn by Erin Rizzato Devlin
Oct25

Fawn by Erin Rizzato Devlin

  What we are, or what we are becoming, sometimes merges with our surroundings. Women are the modern nymphs that inhabit the cities, streets and rooms of life. The eternal bond that allows communication between the moon and the earth.   “Fawn” by Erin Rizzato Devlin   You have to spread out as wide as your body can stretch, until you become your surroundings, until the pulse of nature becomes the psalm of...

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“Before” by Terri Glass
Oct25

“Before” by Terri Glass

  “Before” by Terri Glass   Before I was river, I was rock. Serpentine rock which made the river shimmer peridot. Before rock, I was a star in Orion’s Belt, glittering down like rain on earth’s surface. Before I was star, atoms exploded into light, traveling faster than a train of thought. Then I was the void, total darkness, a vacuum sucking in failures, extinctions— the gasoline engine, the Roman empire. Before...

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