Ear to Water, Heart to Current*
*Not Always by Denise Miller _________________________________________________________ Being held by the history and blood of women from everywhere possible as well as the future. To gift the mentorship that has helped me grow and that I was able to pass on to others while I lived. To help other women form and grow forward in a way of their choosing. To leave this earth with pride in how I have joined with others to...
Embodiment (detail) by Lisa Naas
“Embodiment (detail)” by Lisa Naas “Embodiment (detail),” image by Lisa Naas ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lisa Naas Artist Statement: Currently pursuing her PhD in the School of Design at the University of Edinburgh, Lisa holds her MFA in Glass from Edinburgh College of Art (2015). Her research explores the creative process at the intersection of...
They Said It’s Terminal by Rosalind K. Bard
“They Said It’s Terminal” by Rosalind K. Bard Are there people out there writing about death About their own death, not just abstraction? I want to know what they are saying. Are they silent, numb, torn to nightmares Or do they laugh and open their mouths in big ohs? I don’t know how to do this. Talk. To me. Now. Before the silence. Can we talk please? The sound of your voice is the only thing The only...
I Am the Petals by Christine Redman-Waldeyer
“I Am the Petals” by Christine Redman-Waldeyer I’m not the mechanic, the machinist like my maternal grandfather, nor the carpenter like my father and his father. No, I am a girl first in pigtails, then two long brown braids, a silhouette of everything dark in our ancestry. I am the poet. I am the birds I feed, the time I squander thinking of all the things we shouldn’t be, then all the things we could be. I...
Her Garden by Christine Sloan Stoddard
“Her Garden” by Christine Sloan Stoddard In response to The Q Creative Form: What is A Room of Your Own? ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Christine Sloan-Stoddard Artist Statement: I am a Salvadoran-American writer and interdisciplinary artist who was born and raised in Virginia. Currently, I live in New York City, where I earned my MFA at The City...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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Seabed or ocean floor? What is the difference?
Submit Your Art & Writing to WAVES
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We meet each other in waves of light, waves of vision, waves of sound–a studio beyond boundaries.
Creative sisters, shoulder to shoulder, shore to shore.
This time, there is no setting our art aside. This time, there is no setting our art asunder. This is our time.
December 6-7 | oneness | noon to noon EST | dip in and out throughout this twenty-four hour wave
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seabed or ocean floor Sep 26, 2025
