I Am What I Art
This site exists because women have always made things.
In stolen hours. In secret. In defiance. In joy. In grief. In the margins of other people's lives.
This is their monument.
In stolen hours. In secret. In defiance. In joy. In grief. In the margins of other people's lives.
This is their monument.
This is a monument built from women's voices.
Two rooms. Two invitations.
In The Red Line — tell us what you were told not to make. And made anyway. One line. That's all.
In The One Thing — show us the one object, image or word that tells the truth about what you make and why. One thing. One sentence.
Submit in any language. Anonymous or named. Your choice.
The monument grows one voice at a time.
Choose your door below or choose both.
Two rooms. Two invitations.
In The Red Line — tell us what you were told not to make. And made anyway. One line. That's all.
In The One Thing — show us the one object, image or word that tells the truth about what you make and why. One thing. One sentence.
Submit in any language. Anonymous or named. Your choice.
The monument grows one voice at a time.
Choose your door below or choose both.
