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
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“Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self” by Tereza Swanda
What does my 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, embedded for all time.
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She lives in the flames of poppies she planted
that have burned through a century
of hailed-out crops, drought and grasshoppers
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She lives in the pressed purple yellow
pansies that look out from
a grandmother’s diary and recipe books
Butterflies, as they take flight
in the draft of turning pages
“Abandoned Garden” by Ellaraine Lockie
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 movement flows intuitively through my life in its living. Still moving. Still: Dancer.
“My Creative Identity” by Jennifer Tehani Sarreal
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“Le transformationi de Gabrielle” by Deborah de Prieto
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