So by Martha Andrews Donovan
Jan28

So by Martha Andrews Donovan

  “So” by Martha Andrews Donovan After Shauna Osborn’s Carved Skin                           And I have so many words— —Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior   I.   Here, in the high desert, I am finding my way back to language. I will carry these words on my back. So. I. II. Dear Shauna, I keep circling — how to enter? I have decided to write this as a letter to you. Unformed. Still forming. Four years...

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Letter For Those Who Were Unable to Attend by Bhanu Kapil

  January 11th, 2022   Dear writer-artist-maker-weaver-sculptor:   Hi. This is Bhanu. I tried to make a small video message for you, as an after-gift or invitation, feeling that (yes) sometimes it’s not possible to attend. To arrive. To travel or be there. Something stops the day, or else: work, family duties, the time zone itself. This is the body.   I tried to make a video, but it turns out that I...

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Waves by Kimberly Williams
Jan23

Waves by Kimberly Williams

  “Waves” by Kimberly Williams     Kimberly Williams’ Artist Statement: The ocean and nature is wild and unpredictable, like life. I painted this to remind myself that you can’t control this force. The sea can be rough, choppy, biting, full of predators. But, also calm, warm, glowing, and welcoming.

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Braiding Water and Light
Dec18

Braiding Water and Light

  “Is there a way that art-making or writing practice is a way of stepping out of toxic lineage, as much as it is a braiding or weaving of water and light?” — Bhanu Kapil Submit your response   “I wished that woman would write . . . so that other women, other unacknowledged sovereigns, might exclaim: I too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard of songs.” — Hélène...

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Haiku with Reflection on 2021 Global Sisterhood Camp by Bhanu Kapil
Dec17

Haiku with Reflection on 2021 Global Sisterhood Camp by Bhanu Kapil

  Haiku with Reflection on 2021 Global Sisterhood Camp by Bhanu Kapil   Place the photograph* In the stainless steel sink. Light a match.   *I’m thinking of the last question we held: “What is the lineage of an image?”  Is there a way that art-making or writing practice is a way of stepping out of toxic lineage, as much as it is a braiding or weaving of water and light?  Perhaps what I really want to...

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