Faith Scott Awarded Spring 2009 Orlando Poetry Prize

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?

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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