The Journey by Florence Gharibian
“The Journey” by Florence Gharibian It started with a broken table, It started with a missing song, It started in a midnight’s musing, Thoughts that came before the dawn. It started with a shattered flower, resting in the darkened soil. Petals moving oh so slowly, vanishing beyond the hill. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Florence Gharibian’s Artist...
Burst Forth and Bloom
Our room is the WAVES. A Room of Her Own’s long vision is to amass a multimedia mother archive of the collective memory and storied history of women artists and writers. Weaving the diverse voices of our radiant Waves Anthology together with newly-submitted creative work, responses to The Q, Global Camps, and more, each WAVES edition is a glittering droplet in this expansive project for the ages. WAVES is not only our...
Thunderstorms Quench My Thirst by Melanie Kirby
“Thunderstorms Quench My Thirst” Seed Vessel by Melanie Kirby This particular piece of my work is about protecting seeds. It is a seed saving vessel that, with sunlight and water, will burst forth with new life. It is a clay womb that is incubating and preserving seed stories that can be shared and passed onto the next generation. As a creative woman, I define my creative identity in the following way:...
Woman Who Glows in the Dark by Elizabeth Gade
“Woman Who Glows in the Dark” by Elizabeth Gade I want the power to face beauty and not look away I want to say yes and believe I deserve it trauma says stay small turn away isolate you don’t belong every day is a decision to face it and not drown in the fear to come out the mud bloom where I stand today a woman who glows in the dark ____________________ Share your...
She Holds the Light Within Her
“The Light Keeper” Берегиня Світла artwork by displaced Ukrainian photographer Ksenia Lisna What does my art mean to me: Coming as I do from a port city and shipbuilding centre in the southern region of Ukraine, the ethos of sea, sky, and steppe are never far away. Mykolayiv is situated on the river Buh, which flows into The Black Sea. Here, the water is deep. During the Cold War, Mykolayiv included a military base,...
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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