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,...
Claiming What’s Ours
On Claiming What’s Ours (A Distinctly Feminine Examination) In the Spring of 2022, TIDES heard the call from our Literary Ancestor Audre Lorde: “For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.” We asked ourselves: What if AROHO removed “master” and its...
Your Work Matters
We see each woman’s work as a brush stroke in the portrait of creative women. If the way in to our deepest work is by invitation, come, reveal yourself: The invitation my creative heart wants to receive is ___. The invitation my creative heart wants to give is ___. Contribute your response Submit your creative work to Waves _________________________________________________________ ...
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 ...
Together, Our Life Our Art
My dear women artists. Here together, we’re generating the faith and the hope that by being together we can help one another make the writing life easier, make the writing life joyous. I remember as a girl – I think I was about eight years old – when I said “Oh, the writer’s life is for me.” And then, not too many years after that, “Oh, why did I want that?” . . . Do we have to make a choice between life and art? ...
A Message of Courage, Love and Hope
In an AROHO demitasse . . . we spoke about the reality of our bodies making the art that we make. What sheds off. What’s observed through the window-pane. What’s left. What’s still arriving. What the frequency is. Through these words, typed as dusk falls in East England, the sky an indigo tilt, I send you a message of courage, love and hope. For your practice. For your work. For who you are becoming: alongside the...