Sex Goblet by Ariel Fintushel
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Amber by D Davidsohn
“Amber” by D Davidsohn ____________________ D Davidsohn’s Artist Statement: I have hired various female models to propel my creativity and paintings, women who need pay, respect, monies, survival, and to be appreciated for who they are. I have taken photos of them inspiring their creative selves, for they can create for photos and be their best selves. Occasionally, we create thematic...
Blackberries by Tina Carey
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My Heart is the Tempest by Sacha Rosel
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We Are Bonded By Women’s Long History
Dear Creative Woman, It is important to understand that women’s culture is never a subculture. It would hardly be appropriate to define half of humanity as a subculture. “The Creation of Patriarchy” by Gerda Lerner _________________________________________________________ This eye is not for weeping its vision must be unblurred though tears are on my face its intent is clarity ...
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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