Sometimes We Meet by Rochelle Shicoff
Jun27

Sometimes We Meet by Rochelle Shicoff

    “Sometimes We Meet” by Rochelle Shicoff   ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Rochelle Shicoff Artist Statement: I have been creating visual art, looking at it, thinking about it, talking about it since receiving an easel at 6 years of age. It is the passionate thread that runs through my life. My observations have resulted in paintings, printmaking, collages...

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Eve by Ellen Peckham
Jun27

Eve by Ellen Peckham

  “Eve” by Ellen Peckham   Suddenly sentient but unaware of who she is or where. First sense of being, her skin, as her hair caresses, her feet touch moss.   Yet aware of purpose and curious. She meanders, reaching, fingering, tasting.   Attracted to some drifting objects, she gathers them. Feathers molted (though there are not yet word for it) and binds them in vines; a cape. Her first act of creation....

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Untitled by Ellen Peckham
Jun27

Untitled by Ellen Peckham

    “Untitled” by Ellen Peckham   ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Ellen Peckham Artist Statement: Ellen Peckham, visual artist, poet and memoirist…frequently uses both art forms in a single work, the text decorating and explicating, the image illuminating.

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The Q: mother water
Jun11

The Q: mother water

mother water Q: Imagine what would change if we cast aside our lines to swim in mother waters.*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*...

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longings
May29

longings

  In this moment, we find ourselves longing. Our table is set for goddesses. We have dreamt each other.     “Inversion” by Anon   _________________________________________________________   Winter lies too long in country towns; stays on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen, Willa Cather in My Antonia     Have I, like winter in a country town, stayed on too long? Growing old, have...

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