Dissonance
… We have lost the imagination for what our real lives have been or continue to be, what happens when we go home and close the door on the outside world. Since so many would like us to never mention anything unsettling anyway, the impulse to be quiet, the impulse to deny and pretend, becomes very strong. But the artist knows all about that impulse. The artist knows that it must be resisted. Art is not meant to be polite, secret,...
Regeneration
Words are blades of grass pushing past the obstacles, sprouting on the page; the spirit of the words moving in the body is as concrete as flesh and as palpable; the hunger to create is as substantial as fingers and hand. Gloria Anzaldua Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES “Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self” by Tereza Swanda What does my art mean to me:...
Ruin
… Rain never falls in straight lines, there are always breaks, pauses between raindrops like hyphens tumbling from the sky. “Control” by Shirani Rajapakse Read More Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES “Into the Universe” by Hariclia Michailidou Read More _________________________________________________________ I ask the hole Hole in what darkness...
Deep Knowing
… We are blinded with light, a prismatic explosion, a glittering universe Understanding Realizing we already knew Were full of it all along “Epiphany” by Patricia S. Wild Read More Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES Interiors: Deep Knowing _________________________________________________________ On the shores of the celestial blue sea, Zora’s flimsy emotional...
Unleashing Want
She had opened her arms and unleashed nature, allowing it to merge with the threads of the canvas to create shapes that defined nothing but felt like a world. Mary Gabriel on Artist Helen Frankenthaler, Ninth Street Women Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES “Interiors: Yearning” _________________________________________________________ I am the bird from the wings of the bird I am the...
The Water Holds Our Stories
We must live these waves. … The waves of language, of words, are irresistible. They beckon us to venture out through the surf, to trust our knowledge, our skill, our instinct, our craft, as we ride the waves. Alison Hicks, from WAVES: The Event Read More _________________________________________________________ mañaina [our elders], in sotto voce murmurs send wisdom in sea foam power atop waves that...
A Clearing in the Waves
_________________________________________________________ For every truth told, how many go unspoken? … I wanted to make of these pages a book that would split open whatever parts of the world it might touch. Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, Editor’s Note, Diane Gilliam “A Clearing in the Waves” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ . . ....
A Space Beyond Boundaries
What we cannot imagine cannot come into being. All About Love by bell hooks “The Shore” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ OUR INVITATION . . . Dear Sister Artist, Writer, Reader, Please accept our invitation to a buoyant celebration of the completed publication of Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, A Room of Her Own’s digital anthology....
An Invitation to Cross the Threshold
. . . Dear Sister Artist, Writer, Reader, Please accept our invitation to a buoyant celebration of the completed publication of Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, A Room of Her Own’s digital anthology. Savor the ways in which we have each been a voice answering a voice standing on the shoulders of other female voices across time. Cross the threshold, shoulder to shoulder. Paint a new world where our room...
Paint a New World Where Our Room is the Waves
. . . We release the assumption that there is only one destination for distinguished arts and letters to paint a new world where our room is the waves Our Anthem _________________________________________________________ Dear Sister Artist, Writer, Reader, Our December edition of WAVES presents the final section of Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices anthology. This transcribed Q&A between the luminous...
Our Hands Are Water Wings
Women make waves when . . . We release the safety of a select, bounded circle around our creative lives to open what is precious and valuable to us for engagement and expansion We release the injustice of a woman’s “duty” to claim the agency which sustains our creative wellbeing What will you release and reclaim? Download Our Anthem Join Us for Sisterhood Camp _______________________________ Our...
A Spinning Thread of Connection
_______________________________ Audre Lorde asks: What do we want from each other after we have told our stories . . . Whom do we need in order to help us grasp the truth that lies in wait (for us, for others) in our story but that alone we do not have the strength to grasp? Who can help us, or enable us, to survive our story? What Does a Woman Want: Reading and Sexual Difference by Shoshana Felman ...
Your Voices Are Searchlights
Dear Creative Sister, When we dare to meet in the deepest pools of creative intention, how will we introduce ourselves? 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...
A Wish for Wings
Dear Creative Sister, When we dare to meet in the deepest pools of creative intention, how will we introduce ourselves? 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...
Beautiful Still, But Changed
Waves Edition Title from Café de Artistes by Sally Taylor Tawil _________________________________________________________ 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...
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...
Everything Shining and Invisible
Quiero estar dentro de tu más oscuro todo. I want to be inside your darkest everything. – Frida Kahlo “Generativity” by Marsha Rosenzweig Pincus, section image for Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices Read More _________________________________________________________ My Bones Are In You [each title is a link to the individual work] No Love Letters by Helen Casey Legacy by...
Solving for What Will Remain
“I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.” – Zora Neale Hurston “Golden One” by Lyndia Radice, section image for Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices Read More _________________________________________________________ This World I Want You to Save [each title is a link to the individual work] Black Cat in a Field by Beverly...
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...
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,...