Elena by Beverly Hermosillo
Sep27

Elena by Beverly Hermosillo

  “Elena” by Beverly Hermosillo   I planted a weeping willow and named her Elena. In her soil, I buried my anger and shame. In her leaves, I whispered all my hopes, Dreams, and secrets. In her shade, I prayed for our forgiveness. The sounds of the wind through her leaves, Carries with it the echoes Of all that happened A song of great joy, And sorrow. Ultimately, In the presence of her beauty I found a...

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My Left Ear by Stacy Lynn
Sep27

My Left Ear by Stacy Lynn

  “My Left Ear” by Stacy Lynn     I write and I paint to understand myself and the world, to observe, to feel, to breathe, to acknowledge the shadows and see all the light. I write and I paint to be clear-eyed and whole-hearted. I write and I paint to be whole.   To have skin cancer and undergo plastic surgery to repair the damage to my left ear was traumatic, but to paint my experience was my power to...

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Don’t Rush by Gail Nyoka
Sep27

Don’t Rush by Gail Nyoka

  “Don’t Rush” by Gail Nyoka   Turn around and you’ll be grown up already. I spun upon myself turning, spinning laughing. Proving her wrong. Wishing slow time would spin as quickly as I had spun tight circle around myself. My mother is dead now Her words return turn and turn faster and faster and I am old already. I never could master time’s speed.   ____________________ Share your response to this...

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The Unraveling, I by Karen Sides
Sep27

The Unraveling, I by Karen Sides

  “The Unraveling, I” by Karen Sides     In sum, this work is about: doing the work of unraveling deeply scarred emotions; facing our inner world with honesty, love, compassion, and strength. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Karen Sides Artist Statement:  I love telling stories with my art and am greatly inspired by the energy of nature, the human spirit, and my...

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Regeneration
Aug30

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:...

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Le transformationi de Gabrielle by Deborah de Prieto
Aug30

Le transformationi de Gabrielle by Deborah de Prieto

  “Le transformationi de Gabrielle” by Deborah de Prieto     ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Deborah de Prieto Artist Statement: Le transformationi de Gabrielle (Oil on Antique Wood Panel, Private Collection, 2’ High x 2’ Wide) The archetypal image represents a big Dream drawn from the archetypes of the collective unconscious bringing a message from the...

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My Creative Identity by Jennifer Tehani Sarreal
Aug30

My Creative Identity by Jennifer Tehani Sarreal

  “My Creative Identity” by Jennifer Tehani Sarreal As a creative woman, I define my creative identity in the following way: Who I am is a dancer… whether I dance or not in this world. Movement of soul, of body, of mind… that’s what keeps me growing. At this stage of my life, I ask myself who is a dancer who does not dance? Still a dancer. It is who I am – even when the stage stops and the...

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Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self by Tereza Swanda
Aug30

Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self by Tereza Swanda

  “Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self” by Tereza Swanda     What does my writing/art mean to me? It’s freedom. No boundaries, no frame. An investment into play, knowing that if I just let ‘self’ go, the fluidity of paint creates not only the image but something much more: a relationship between me, the paint, and the viewer, something eternal, a trace, a memory, a feeling,...

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Abandoned Garden by Ellaraine Lockie
Aug30

Abandoned Garden by Ellaraine Lockie

  “Abandoned Garden” by Ellaraine Lockie   Lying on the long side of time a partially buried Meissen vase Crackled like paper crunched in the fist of an accident Its mouth growing sweet peas and pansies A pioneer woman’s attempt to civilize an untamed land As though she were out gathering a bouquet for a quilting bee in her homestead house when some tragedy befell her The house now as much a ghost as she...

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Ruin
Jul26

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...

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