Showing posts with label feminist art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminist art. Show all posts

Friday, March 31, 2017

National Women's Month: Part 5 of the Five-Part Collaboration between Artist AJ Meier Welch and Marie C Lecrivain




“We Won't Stay Silent, and We Are Watching You” (9 x12) from the series “Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman”© 2017 AJ Meier Welch, watercolor ink and pen on Bristol paper


After AJ Meier Welch's "We Won't Stay Silent, and We Are Watching You"

It was a glorious day filled with hopes, dreams,
and voices ringing with protests and songs,
a day where women of all stripes came together
with purpose,and pink pussy hats to dissolve
the boundaries of race, class, and ideological fallacies,
and to fill the space where they're needed most.

It was a day I could only celebrate on the periphery,
through social media snapshots of my friends carrying signs,
and their children upon their shoulders, in DC, Paris,
Los Angeles, and, amazingly, Antartica, where pink hats
kept cold ears warm, and hearts burning with enthusiasm.

It was a day that bound the better half of humanity
into a common promise; to take back the future,
be better to one another, and to keep marching
until the last oppressor's message is ground
to dust beneath the majesty of our feet.


© 2017 marie c lecrivain

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

National Women's Month: Part Four in the Five-Part Collaboration between AJ Meier Welch and Marie C Lecrivain



“What” (9 x12) from the series “Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman”© 2017 AJ Meier Welch, watercolor ink and pen on Bristol paper


After AJ Meier Welch’s “What?”


(dedicated to Eric Arthur Blair)


We’re all born with the same question;
What?, (usually followed by why?),
into a world full of questions
asked by others who have access
to a handful of hard-won truths,
and volumes of fables renamed history.


We all have a list of unanswered questions
that plague us in our deepest moments
of despair, startled awake at 4 am,
bathed in angry sweat and tears,
and we ask ourselves:
What happened?
What did I do?
What have I become?


We can grieve the loss of
the best part of ourselves,
the child of wonder we all once were,
tucked away in the most careful
and protected part of the soul,
surrounded by as many questions
as there are leaves on the trees of eternity


or


we can become that child again


© 2017 marie c lecrivain




Saturday, March 25, 2017

National Women's Month: Part Three in a Five-Part Collaboration between AJ Meier Welch and Marie C Lecrivain




ONE DROP from the series “Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman”© 2017 AJ Meier Welch, watercolor pen, colored marker, and ink on Bristol paper.


After AJ Meier Welch’s “One Drop”

I never liked the little girl I was,
always being told to stay quiet,
be good, don’t talk back
to strangers who called
my stories lies, and who
never understood the gift
of being born one’s own muse.

I wish I’d grown up in a world
where my tales were lauded
by my peers, and where my poems
could burst forth into starry blossoms  
like those on the almond tree
in my backyard every spring.

Instead, I took refuge in other stories,
and added bits to my dark garden,
where they germinated in silence.
I gave birth to awkward poems
and shared these imperfect creations,
fervid, and on the defense against
other wordsmiths and bards
who welcomed me as one
of their own, not realising,
until, one day, when a fledgling
came into our circle with a notebook
clutched tightly to her chest, and
eyes lit with a defiant hope,
that was once me… and that
we’re all links in a chain
that leads back to Mother Muse,
each of us born from a single
perfect tear dropped into
the maelstrom of the world.

© 2017 marie c lecrivain

Thursday, March 23, 2017

National Women's Month: The Artwork of Sondra L Scott



















artwork © 2017 Sondra L Scott


 
Sondra L Scott is a Ceremonialist, Pries­tess, Yogini, & Artist. She’s a Mystic a­nd a Magickian, For the better part of t­hree decades she has dedicated herself t­o the study and practice of Eastern and ­Western philosophy, magic, and religion.­ Obtaining ordination in the Ecclesia Gno­stica Catholica and certification as a y­oga therapist with specializations in So­und & Gong artistry, and Vedic philosoph­y. Utilizing experiences with different ­schools of Magic and Esoteric science sh­e offers us a chance to see our inherent­ power to “Cause change to occur in conf­ormity with Will;” unlocking the power t­o create magical lives.

For more information/to purchase Sondra's paintings and other esoteric/magickal handcrafted goods, visit her shop 7 Magi.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

National Women's Month: #2 of a Five-Part Collaboration Between AJ Meier Welch and Marie C Lercrivain




45 Bye-Bye from the series “Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman”© 2017 AJ Meier Welch, watercolor ink and pen on Bristol paper

After AJ Meier Welch's 45 Bye-Bye


Tears… blood… sweat… urine...
drops of matter engendered
by millions of mothers, daughters,
aunts, sisters, and friends who saw
their hopes and dreams washed down
the drain the day you ascended
the world stage. You swore to
represent us, the ones you regard
as nothing more than pretty faces
in a crowd, and pointed your index fingers
at us pistols loaded with evil intent.


What do you know of suffering,
privation, or of sacrificing
the last shard of self
to make a future for the ones
you love? You, who are steeped
in gold-plated privilege and
prestige you never earned?


What do you know of success,
which, for many of us,
includes holding your head high,
and accepting failure with grace?


What will happen the day
you look up into the sky
as the reign of womanhood
pours over you, a rising tide
whose bitter waters
will fill your mouth and ears
with the sound of silent sorrow?


Will it be enough
to stop your heart?


Will it be enough?


© 2017 marie c lecrivain

Sunday, March 19, 2017

National Women's Month: A Five Part Collaboration between AJ Meier Welch and Marie C Lecrivain





Sad Monday People from the series “Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman”, © 2017 AJ Meier Welch (7 x 10 ink on bristol paper).

After AJ Meier Welch’s “Sad Monday People”


One day, I may write you a letter.
And maybe, you’ll do the same,
mailed from the other side of nowhere,
passed through endless machines
and many hands, until one day,
we both arrive to our homes,
sore and bone tired with nothing
to look forward to except piles
of dirty laundry and dishes, dust balls
and a tall monolith of overdue bills,
seated like a judge on the kitchen table.


One day, I’ll find your letter to me,
and hopefully, you’ll find my epistle to you
at the bottom of that stack. We’ll carefully
pick up the other’s missive, and ponder
the grimy edges, the stamp overlaid by
a bulky bureaucratic seal, and a heel mark
on the lower left hand corner from where
the mail carrier trampled it in the rain.


We’ll hold each other’s gift in our hands,
breath caught in our throats,
and smile quietly at the miracle
of one woman reaching out to another,
as we weave ourselves into
the tapestry of quiet endless voices
who sing of sisterhood in the dark.


© 2017 marie c lecrivain






     AJ Meier Welch is a writer with a MA in Literature and Literary Theory from NYU, a photographer, and self-taught artist. She currently resides in Los Angeles, CA with her family. For information/or purchase, you can find her work on FB, and Instagram at drawing_daisies_and_dogs. 
     AJMW: "As a writer, I used painting to escape from writing. By arranging sequences of colors in varying sized, complex patterns, I found an easability of expression that I had yet to acheive through the written word. Later, abandoning patterns, I moved to a free expression of color through instinctual relationships. What I explore in my work are these relationships. Through painting, I connect at a root level with the purest stimulant for emotions and feeling: color. I believe very strongly that colors and color combinations are deeply embedded in the human psyche as part of our emotional response mechanism. My study of color blended with my natural inclination to shapes and lines - I wondered how I could create depth when I'm at ease. My latest series has been going for almost two years and is titled "Drawings of a Mad Saleswoman." My photography allows me to create emotion without words. I love being behind the lens. "

Friday, March 17, 2017

National Women's Month: Karen J. McDonnell's photo "Where the Land Meets the Sky"



photo by Karen J McDonnell





Karen J McDonnell lives in the Burren on the West Coast of Ireland. Her writing has appeared in various newspapers, journals, and anthologies in Ireland, and in the U.S., most recently The Stony Brook Thursday Book and The Honest Ulsterman. Her work has been listed in, and won several competitions, and was nominated for Best of the Net, in the U.S. She holds a B.A. in Classics, History and Creative Writing, and a Diploma in Radio Production. In 2016, she was awarded a Tyrone Guthrie Bursary by Clare County Council which enabled her to work on her first poetry collection. www.karenjmcdonnell.com