The Q | the antidote
Q: How is artistic expansion an antidote to our worldly obligations?*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* State / Province / Region...
Babcia by Maria Krol-Sinclair
“Babcia” by Maria Krol-Sinclair He sits on a chair asleep feeding his feet to the fire ears gently infected Disease is both treatable and known. But no medicine. 1959 In the thin-wombed world Fever breaking the fence posts of my four year old father Ecstatically; crackingly splitting out and in. The priest came for my father climbed the fourteen steep balcons to bless him cooly. My Babcia, a young Babcia,...
Before Magellan Mapping Mission by Maurine Haltiner
“Before Magellan Mapping Mission” by Maurine Haltiner One November evening Grandmother introduces me to Venus. She points west through box elder branches spider-webbing star shine. The planet brags above the horizon. She says its name as if it belongs to her, as if she is sowing a piece in my hands. We inhale its brilliance while the quarter moon delights with a slice of white. Make no mistake— Love is light. A year...
Aphrodite by Nikki Russian
“Aphrodite” by Nikki Russian ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nikki Russian Artist Statement: This image represents a woman’s body immortalised. Our bodies are beautiful, diverse and unique, and seeing them glorified as art – whether as a sculpture, painting, photograph, or even a piece of writing leads us to appreciate the female form without always...
Bark Skin by Jocelyn Hernandez
“Bark Skin” by Jocelyn Hernandez We fight in a delirium snaked around our own obsession Opening each other’s wounds we thought to had healed in moons past We battle demons, Hades and creatures alike And I wouldn’t fill with rage about any other concern than your trust and faith and the absence of air when you storm out We peel back birch bark layered over mold and dirt to breathe I sink into every part...
Angel in the Desert by Karen Sides
“Angel in the Desert” by Karen Sides The act of creating is stepping into my real self…it is purest freedom. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Sides Artist Statement: This work portrays a pregnant angel standing alone in the desert, her wings still intact, graced by the beauty of the natural world. Though challenges abound, her feminine...
Intermission by Carol Fox Prescott
“Intermission” by Carol Fox Prescott Ourselves and myself. What’s the difference? I have been otherwise occupied. What is my way back to this wave on which the writer in me floats? The passion of an idea that must see the light of day. The excitement of discovering the words that tell the story. The delight in the way words appear on the page when I’m writing, so different from the ones that come...
Silent Conversation by Kiril Nagornyj
“Silent Conversation” by Kiril Nagornyj My art is my prayer. My return. My becoming. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Kiril Nagornyj Artist Statement: My artwork is a meditation on memory, transformation, and the sacred feminine. I work primarily with porcelain—a material that, to me, embodies both fragility and resilience. Its translucency allows...
The Green Man by Georgia Rhoades
“The Green Man” by Georgia Rhoades The crows were calling as they gathered high in the oaks, planning a raid, and after all these years, knowing they did not call to her, she only watched. But clear in her memory was that first year of market, up in the dark after tying love posies and stacking soaps and bundles of herbs, readying for packing in the pushcart. That cart like a friend, earning its dear cost...
Ghost of the Sea Gypsy by Katherine Mitchell
“Ghost of the Sea Gypsy” by Katherine Mitchell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Katherine Mitchell Artist Statement: My creativity derives from my need to process my lived experiences. I have to be in dialogue. I get goosebumps when I listen to music. I emulate the action painters from the new York school only I’m from New Mexique. Also a poet by heart, I...
Witness by Sarah Aronson
“Witness” by Sarah Aronson It was a relief to be dominated by something without malice. — Tim Winton I sit on an unstable mound of sand and gravel, recent deposits from the receding glacier in front of me. An archway of muddy ice thaws away from a hump of bedrock. In the gap between them is a blank, dark space where meltwater falls in steady drips, a beaded curtain. The drops join the opaque torrent...
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.
Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem by Lopamudra Banerjee
“Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem” by Lopamudra Banerjee My love, once you had gone so far as to love the fire within me. I did not think then, some day you would burn away the fiery bird, running to and fro within my neatly feminine voice, your sensual fuel. Once, my love, you had colored me in wild hues, the red of my heart, The blue of my veins, the green of my fertile womb. Have you ever known, how I too...
Grackle Poem by Lois Harrod
“Grackle Poem” by Lois Harrod Pitch swan, know-it-all crow, oil-spill signify–– black in the bottom grass, large and lanky, long-tailed strut of tongue my murky grackle with your chunky beak–– the sun shatters your feathers bronze and blue–– ripples the opalescent Mediterranean. The darker my heart the more dash and trace. Can you see my rush my streak and hue? Yes, I am naked now black–– a village devested...
Night in Noyers by Tai Kojro-Badziak
“Night in Noyers” by Tai Kojro-Badziak ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tai Kojro-Badziak Artist Statement: In the village, the lights go out at 10pm but the sky stays blue til about 11…. At midnight, I lie on the old stone wall by the river, listening to the quiet. The stars circle above and an owl hoots. The night envelops me in inky darkness…....
Mother, you were a seed by Anzareen Chaudhury
“Mother, you were a seed” by Anzareen Chaudhury the seed holds a banyan tree but mother you were only a seed when they treated you so harshly. you birthed me from a broken body and I was born with a broken heart which broke the more I lived and the older I grew my branches were split in thin halves and my roots never grew quite deep enough. I swayed too easily in the wind and the thunderstorms splintered me. did you...
Georgia’s Palette by Elizabeth Kenneday
“Georgia’s Palette” by Elizabeth Kenneday ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Elizabeth Kenneday Artist Statement: Artist and author Elizabeth Kenneday, an Emeritá Professor of Art at the California State University in Long Beach, is active in environmental education through art. Her artworks have been exhibited internationally, and her writings on the subject...
Indian Paintbrush by Simona Carini
“Indian Paintbrush” by Simona Carini A tuft of Indian paintbrush blooms in the fierce environment of a stretch of Northern California coast. It does not wait for a more suitable condition to materialize. It answers its call without delay. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Simona Carini Artist Statement: Born in Perugia, Italy, and a graduate of the Catholic...
Fault Line with Parrot by Diane Lucille Meyer
“Fault Line with Parrot” by Diane Lucille Meyer In the very old green sketchbook, I found a watercolor sketch of a parrot. He was a borrowed pet very noisy and very active, almost more so when he saw me attempting to paint him. I retrace my random brush strokes back to the time and place when I made this sketch and I feel his effervescence and energy as I study the piece, closely and from afar, yet when I turn the...
Shore by Lucy Aron
“Shore” by Lucy Aron Even in stillness, when you listen, there’s a heartbeat. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lucy Aron Artist Statement: I was seduced by literature while hovering in the vicinity of my forties, and photography possessed me about a decade later. I’m self-taught in both. But I learned from a lifetime immersed in music...
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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