Expression of Woman’s Creativity and Freedom by K. Srikala Ganapathy
“Expression of Woman’s Creativity and Freedom” by K. Srikala Ganapathy ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here K. Srikala Ganapathy Artist Statement: I would like to call myself a mentor, educator, artist, seeker. I define my creative identity as a way of expressing my creativity through art. I love drawing mandalas. I love to use my creative freedom to...
Fawn by Erin Rizzato Devlin
What we are, or what we are becoming, sometimes merges with our surroundings. Women are the modern nymphs that inhabit the cities, streets and rooms of life. The eternal bond that allows communication between the moon and the earth. “Fawn” by Erin Rizzato Devlin You have to spread out as wide as your body can stretch, until you become your surroundings, until the pulse of nature becomes the psalm of...
“Before” by Terri Glass
“Before” by Terri Glass Before I was river, I was rock. Serpentine rock which made the river shimmer peridot. Before rock, I was a star in Orion’s Belt, glittering down like rain on earth’s surface. Before I was star, atoms exploded into light, traveling faster than a train of thought. Then I was the void, total darkness, a vacuum sucking in failures, extinctions— the gasoline engine, the Roman empire. Before...
Still by Dana Dirker
“Still” by Dana Dirker In sum, this work is about: This painting is for women survivors who are in the process of recovery. It is from a series of drawings and paintings that focuses on the woman in different situations of struggle, both within and around her. The titles of these works narrate the inner dialogue of the swimmer who, in her skillfulness and resilience, must choose the best stroke and...
Seamstress by Frankie Francis
“Seamstress” by Frankie Francis When I take the time to slow down, meet myself where I’m at, I discover how my heart only longs for one thing: Peace. Peace that comes from closing wounds. Wounds spill open, slowly ooze over crumbling walls, flooding the past, vacating love. Peace that comes from accepting my demons, failures, insecurities, knowing the shadows are not me. They are figments, they are fables....
Ritual in Process
Ritual The Q: Are you aware of a recurrent rhythm—a breath and then a push—to your creative process?*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...
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,...
Dissonance in Being
Dissonance Q: How does dissonance inhabit your creative being?*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...
Offering of the Ocean Winds by Nadia Dabul
“Offering of the Ocean Winds” by Nadia Dabul ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nadia Dabul Artist Statement: As a multi faceted artist, I enjoy and am driven to create via 2d and 3d utilizing the modalities of pen and ink, watercolor, acrylics, oils and multi media components, as well as fiber arts and clay creations and sculpture. I also write prose and...
I Could Say I Come From by Elizabeth Cohen
“I Could Say I Come From” by Elizabeth Cohen I could say I come from dust, from rocks Potatoes, centuries of bloody fingers, tatting lace I could say I come a thousand years wandering in a desert Russian steppes, pograms death camps, bone yards I could say I come from candles reversed mirrors glasses of wine I could say I come from a Purple heart, moldy feet in the jungles of the Philippines from decoded...
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