art

All about women in the art world; famous female artists and subjects, and artwork with a feminist perspective.

Weaving
Sometimes I weave in my sleep. Deftly wrapping reed over reeds, these dreams are nothing but precision and flow. I coil around the pliable core folding each strand safely in, secure in knowing the process has been performed successfully before. My dream weaving is concerned only with creation, absorbed in the ins and outs, the overs and unders. Unlike other dreams, there are no discombobulating characters, no competing storylines vying for processing, no mixed-up symbology or psychological babble. Dream weaving gives me only deep peaceful sleep.
By Layla Tan5 years ago in Viva
Love and (candle) Light
Ya know, this is actually a funny story. Did I think I would find the most calming of solace, find the sweet patience to muster, the passion to motivate me tenfold? The answer is no. Not until I turned 25. Not until my perspective slowed and the present moment set in.
By darian k. regina5 years ago in Viva
I seem to have seen you somewhere
The clouds are misty. I seem to have seen you somewhere. Memory is a bad thing, it keeps updating for a moment, and my old memory has been squeezed in the corner. If there were no dreams, I probably wouldn't remember you.
By Benito Macon5 years ago in Viva
First meeting
After thinking about countless dreams, the first meeting with Bayan Ge will be in that warm winter ... One day, I accidentally walked by the children's park and paced leisurely. Before I knew it, I was attracted by the wonderful sound of the Bayan piano. So, I saw our most respected brother, who was tall, majestic and handsome. ..... Beside me, there is a beautiful seagull sister with long hair fluttering!
By Reid Glidden5 years ago in Viva
Two sides Topsy-Turvy
My passion for my project stems back to my childhood. I owned a Topsy Turvy Doll which had been sewn by my Grammie. One side of the doll was little red riding hood, the other side her Grandmother. Lurking behind the Grandmother’s bonnet was a sinister bad wolf. I admit I was obsessed. Turning the doll over and over only to surprise myself each time with the wolf when I pulled back the bonnet to reveal the snarling wolf. Was is a warning of danger? Were the Grandmother and Red Riding Hood never truly safe? What ever the meaning it was visual story telling the ignited my love for dolls and sewing.
By Genevieve Jordan5 years ago in Viva
What You Never Thought About Grief
"She passed." As they were spoken, I was wounded. I tried dodging the words in my mind as I continued enquiring: "who? her sister?...No, you mean her sister?."
By Jara Rios Rodriguez5 years ago in Viva
Following My Creative Needs
Sewing is in my blood. Both of my grandmothers worked in the sewing factories in Kingston, NY from the 1930’s – 1950’s. I started to sew when I was 10 years old and have always had an interest in creating new things by hand. Over the years my talents evolved from making my own doll clothes and clothes for myself, constructing a backpack from a kit that I travelled through Europe with, and even sewing my bridesmaid’s dresses.
By Constance Snyder 5 years ago in Viva
Elegant life
In the years of my life, elegance has already entered the autumn of my life unconsciously. As I was born in autumn, I have a special liking for autumn. In my opinion, autumn is the most romantic, elegant and intoxicating season, and the life born in this season must have his beautiful yearning and longing.
By danyonasriel275 years ago in Viva
take a deep breath
A planned short trip was finally abandoned because of his son's cold and fever. After listening to the rain hitting the window all night, I hope my son can get better soon.
By Harm.nect.879795 years ago in Viva
Tour d’scissor
Oh how very useful are a pair of scissors, oh more than I could have ever imagined. When deciding on whether to enter the contest I began to reflect on the scissors in my own home and all the times and seasons the various pairs have been dedicated to specific tasks, some to the great outdoors and others destined to the miscellaneous missions situations call for.
By Rachel 5 years ago in Viva
My Undying Love of Art and Crafting
Hello my name is Melly Herrera, I am an artist currently residing near Los Angeles in San Fernando CA where I grew up. My interests include Painting, drawing, printmaking, writing poetry and photography. I am a proud daughter to immigrant Guatemalan and Mexican parents. I attended Pasadena City College where I studied a variety of subjects including psychology before deciding to focus on my love for art after a semester abroad in Florence Italy and a couple summer spent art gazing with my mother in some of Mexico's most beautiful museum. I later moved to San Francisco CA in 2018, where I lived for three years and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Studio Art from San Francisco State University. I aim to acquire my Master’s degree in either fine arts or illustration in the years to come.
By Melly5 years ago in Viva
A Work of Art
As Tamara washed her hands, she closed her eyes, so she would not see herself in the lavatory mirrors. It's not that bad, she thought. You always make more of it than you should. Just look, damn it. You're not a little girl anymore.
By Craig and Wendalynn Newman5 years ago in Viva