Ritual in Process
Ritual The Q: Are you aware of a recurrent rhythm—a breath and then a push—to your creative process?*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...
Dissonance
… We have lost the imagination for what our real lives have been or continue to be, what happens when we go home and close the door on the outside world. Since so many would like us to never mention anything unsettling anyway, the impulse to be quiet, the impulse to deny and pretend, becomes very strong. But the artist knows all about that impulse. The artist knows that it must be resisted. Art is not meant to be polite, secret,...
Dissonance in Being
Dissonance Q: How does dissonance inhabit your creative being?*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...
Offering of the Ocean Winds by Nadia Dabul
“Offering of the Ocean Winds” by Nadia Dabul ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nadia Dabul Artist Statement: As a multi faceted artist, I enjoy and am driven to create via 2d and 3d utilizing the modalities of pen and ink, watercolor, acrylics, oils and multi media components, as well as fiber arts and clay creations and sculpture. I also write prose and...
I Could Say I Come From by Elizabeth Cohen
“I Could Say I Come From” by Elizabeth Cohen I could say I come from dust, from rocks Potatoes, centuries of bloody fingers, tatting lace I could say I come a thousand years wandering in a desert Russian steppes, pograms death camps, bone yards I could say I come from candles reversed mirrors glasses of wine I could say I come from a Purple heart, moldy feet in the jungles of the Philippines from decoded...