to be seen by Tonya Russell
“to be seen” by Tonya Russell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tonya Russell Artist Statement: My photography is a way for me to express human experiences. My deepest need is to create art.
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The Refracting Wave
Women hold the vision, for we are oracles. We will always remember the truth in the midst of darkness. Anzareen Chaudhury _________________________________________________________ The Q: What do we need from ourselves and each other to break pattern, to break open? Share Your Response Here “Georgia’s Palette” by Elizabeth Kenneday Read More ...
Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
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The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
The Q: What echoes through you that longs to take form—a poem, an image, a mark, a whisper of becoming?
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