We Need Women in Poetry This morning, like so many mornings, I am reflecting on an old draft of a poem. Too few women get to be poets. Too few mothers get to be artists at all. I am thinking about the abundance of female artists and poets in my life feeling very grateful. And…… Continue reading A Poem for Today’s Art Practice
Meaning Making Ritual
For me, keeping my creative flow going is like keeping a garden. I really have to tend it. Some seasons, art comes easily to me. It’s always in the air and all I gotta do is reach out and grab it. Other seasons, it isn’t easy. I feel peaceful in my own mundanity. But engaging…… Continue reading Meaning Making Ritual
Tap Tap Tintype Art House
I am an artist who lives in a little brick house at the bottom of a lush foothill called Green Mountain. Nothing can be built above my neighborhood. It’s too steep. So, we live in a forest. I take my bike 300 yards to the left and I hit a pasture of friendly cows who…… Continue reading Tap Tap Tintype Art House
A New Space for my Art Practice
Here is the short version of my story on Instagram and a little peek at what comes next. My art practice will continue wherever I am on and offline.
You Are at an Open Market
I live in Huntsville, Al where the artists are centralized. I love it. Everywhere you go, an open market that needs vendors like me. I have met so many extraordinary people in my booths. One day Tap Tap Tintype’s gonna take the show on the road and go to open markets everywhere we can. Until…… Continue reading You Are at an Open Market
Shadow and Light
We are so obsessed with the light – me included. You know I’m always trying to catch more of it. We see darkness as light’s enemy. As if they were at odds. As if they didn’t have each other by the tails. So I broke myself open just to what color I would bleed. I…… Continue reading Shadow and Light
Why are you asking permission?
We were talking recently in the comments of @fuelkumari’s instagram post. It always seems like something profound is happening there. We were trying to find a word for a certain moment. The first time a woman realizes she is whole on her own. What is that moment? It’s so odd that we can have something…… Continue reading Why are you asking permission?
Cut the marrow of the salt sea and i bet you would find candlelight.
The Dust burns neon past you and all your fences. The fog in the mountains is stuck inside your mouth. All the wild you breathe it out and into me. People and their fences. http://instagram.com/millie.st.waters/