Looking for art on the topic of loss of all kinds. It can be loss of a loved one, a relationship, job, home, etc. or any other type of loss. The idea is to pay tribute to that which has been lost, honoring and validating the grief process of it.
Shannon creates macabre art depicting disturbing and horrifying work with elements of occult symbolism and iconography. Her interest in the macabre began while studying nature and the paranormal. She appreciates the spontaneous process of nature and strives to explore Earth’s unearthed beauty while imitating natural imperfections. Her use of watercolor and India ink are unforced and create beauty within flaws while crafting an earthy grunge appearance.
Analia Adorni was born in Argentina and studied at the National University of Arts of Buenos Aires. She winced the fellowship for artisans of Tuscany Region and moved to Italy where she continues the studies at Visual Center of Pietrasanta (Tuscany)and Il Bisonte (Center for Printmaking in Florence). She participates in collective exhibitions in Argentina, Italy and others countries of Europe and America and she maded solo exhibitions in Island (Lhistus Art Gallery), Italy (Casa di Dante, Florence) Spain(Cal Gras Residency of Arts) and Argentina (University of Social Sciences) . She developed residencies of arts in France and my artworks are in Museums in Italy, Argentina and Ukraina.
‘Tis the season to be haunting! That’s right Ponderbots, Halloween season is upon us and we get the delightful experience of artistic expression at it’s spookiest!
The world may be heavy, and our spirits a little tired, and that’s why it’s all the more important to fill our lives with things to enjoy wherever we can find them or create them. This series will feature artists cute, fun, and classy horror pieces to give you smile and intrigue.
Pull out the pumpkin spice, grab your sweaters, and stay tuned for the festivities throughout this month!
This pencil portrait is radiant with strength and poise of the only female Prime Minister of India, Indira Gandhi! Rupesh Bhatia brings her spirit to life in this lovely piece of art.
We are going to talk about the Heroines among us so I want to say that Indira Gandhi was our Heroines among us who is also a big role model for all of us. She was the first and, to date, only female Prime Minister of India. Indira Gandhi was the daughter of Jawaharlal Nehru, the first prime minister of India. She served as prime minister from January 1966 to March 1977 and again from January 1980 until her assassination in October 1984, making her the second longest-serving Indian prime minister after her father. We salute to the work done by her great efforts towards her work for the Country India.
Myself Rupesh Bhatia and I’m an INDIAN ARTIST. I am working in field of Arts since last 9 years. I had done B.F.A. (Bachelor of Fine Arts) & M.F.A. (Master of Fine Arts) specialized in DRAWING & PAINTING from Department of Fine Arts, Kurukshetra University, Kurukshetra, Haryana. I am still working in different types of techniques of arts like Drawing, Painting, Printmaking, etc.
I am working with my members of “De Novo” where we organised International & National Group Art Exhibitions in different states of India.
I am working as an Storyboard Artist in the “Unisys Info solution” where I make storyboards for the Movies.
I’m giving an art education to the students in the School.
I’m helping in the NGO- Pukar waqt ki, where I’m giving the Art Training to the students who can’t afford to take an education.
Ivana Mancic is a woman of strength, a sculptor, and a survivor of the Serbia bombings of 1999. Come reverently as you view her incredible piece that depicts the experience of this dark time and honors the lives lost.
Memories of a Yugoslav Woman
Dark times and rainy days. Sometimes it rains in a different way and it is peaceful and solemn, the rain that purifies. But those days were simply gloomy. That rain had nothing in common with simple pleasures of childhood, when one rejoices just by seeing the merry dance of the raindrops on the concrete and the surrounding nature breathing together with the soaking soil. This rain could not wash off the dark days. It did not bring any good, but gloomier and gloomier news from the war zone. Yes. They did really wage wars only an hour away. I did not know about it as I was only 11, and on the other hand it was there, in the air and we all sensed it. The dark days of our childhoods. The days in which we were to forget that we should be equal. The days in which brotherhood and equality were condemned by men who wanted to play war. The days in which we were so poor and some of them suddenly so rich. Those days were heavy, with lead skies that do not promise anything good. At the edge of my childhood there it was, the foresight of horror. The irony of it all is that it did not really happen to us, we did not get killed but parts of us died. There, at the edge of my childhood were worried faces of my parents trying to make some sense in madness.
I remember the bombing of Serbia by NATO in a 1999 operation “Merciful Angel”. I was 19. All the bridges that connected Serbia and the northern province of Vojvodina were already destroyed. There was fire and smoke everywhere. Novi Sad, the capital of Vojvodina was covered in flames. I can’t explain how it felt, as if you are turning grey from the inside. As if someone took all the colours away. As if all the sense disappeared. We, the ordinary people, could not face it. The psychological strain, the burden was too much. And it was grey, grey, everything grey. When I look back to those days, they simply have no colour. They feel like someone has stripped them of every meaning.
I remember looking at my country burn through the windowpane. I remember the factories burning in the distance. The effort of so many communist workers disappearing. The dream disappearing. Their hopes and beliefs disappearing in flames. Thick black smoke elevating towards the sky. I was aware that that bomb could hit any second. I was aware of all the senselessness of my friends hiding. But human beings are miraculous in their willingness to prevail against all odds. I travelled through flames and became resilient. I sometimes think that this is how I travel through life, in smoke, always through smoke and I think that this is how we survived. We became resilient, resilient to sorrow and pain, to hunger, to humiliation, to misery. We became rough and we endured. In these days I lost fear. In these days you realize the frailty of your own existence. And you prevail, through flames and smoke.
That is also how women during Yugoslavia and the conflicts surrounding it prevailed and even today, in the era of the migrant crises, with the migrants being stuck in Serbia in their attempts to cross the borders with EU countries, women are remembered again, in frequent narratives about the refugee men who are raping “our women”. It is this hypocritical relationship and understanding what marked the treatment of women in ex-Yugoslavia. They are and have always been involved in political discourses and used for media purposes. Therefore, women were misused by every single political system and betrayed by it. Nevertheless, through the constant clashes and conflicts, women did not only endure, they supported each other, grouped and fought for their rights.
The sculptural installation “Outside of Memories, I Belong” is dedicated to all the women from ex- Yugoslavia and from all the other war torn countries who survived horrors of war and displacement, for they are the true heroines of our times and the true heroines among us.
Ivana Mancic was born on 16th December in Ruma,Serbia.
At the moment she is a PhD student in Fine Art, School of Art and Design at Nottingham Trent University, UK.
The research she is undergoing in its focus has art practice and it is aimed at the production of multi-disciplinary artworks, videos and installations the purpose of which is to display the personal narrative. This narrative will address the issues of war, loss and belonging, related to the specificity of the ex-Yugoslav context in order to contribute to developing of the female voice of artists and pacifists in contemporary art. The personal narrative is presented in the written form through texts, essays and reflections on war experiences and current world crises through intersections between the present and the past.
She graduated MA at the Academy of Art, University of Novi Sad in 2011 at the department of fine art-drawing and in 2009 a BA in sculpture at the same Academy, as well as a BA in English language and literature at the Faculty of Philosophy, University of Novi Sad, Serbia.
She participated in many solo and group exhibitions, residences such as The Summer Lodge in Nottingham, UK and The Feminist Art Colony in Sicevo, Serbia. Conferences such as the Roots and Reach Conference, Manchester Metropolitan University, The Global Heritage Conference at Nottingham Trent University and Art Festivals such as The PitchWise in Bosnia and Herzegovina and Festival de Arte Lanzarote and Fuerteventura, Canary Islands.
She is a published author:
2020. Art Therapy: Trauma and Ways of Dealing with it, in Uterus Effect, publication supported by the Cultural Department of the City of Vienna (MA7) and the Association Kunstentropie, Vienna, Austria.
2020. The Order of Labour with Silver Wreath and the Plaquette of Yugoslav Trade Union of Industry and Mining Workers, Journal of the Society of Medals and Orders Research, England.
We’ve got some seriously cool art today in the form of 3D animated Short Film! Shreyasee Konar brilliantly designed her own heroine, who may be from an alien planet, but is relatable here on earth.
Won 3 awards and 21 screenings internationally, Pipe Dream deals with a young leader Sam from the gloomy-doomy Planet Kneon. She arrives at Professor Way’s kitchen on Earth, finds the elixir and carries it back to her planet to take the situation in control.
The name of the film suggests an unattainable dream, both of the filmmaker and the protagonist.
You can feel the deep emotion, the weight of struggle that heroines carry in these stunning pieces of art. Arpit Rathor captures the gravity, vulnerability, and strength, making them tangible to the viewers.
Calling for art of cute, classy, or elegant Halloween/Horror theme! 2020 may change the way we enjoy this fall season, but we will still find things to have fun with! So, bring on the Macabre, the lovable ghouls, the charming monsters! Any art type welcome- poems, paintings, drawings, photography, dance, music, etc. Send me your favorite spooky piece you’ve created and be a part of this October series on Ponder Savant!
Rifa Tasfia expresses strength in the overcome struggles of women in her painting, Diva Daughter! Read her description to understand the depth of the beautiful image she created!
Artwork description: “Diva Daughter” represents inspiration itself. For me personally inspiration those heroines who we look at differently. The Fat girl who is fat shamed mostly all her life is a heroine. The rape survivors in my country who shamed are the heroines. The girl who almost killed herself and now is on a greater path is a heroine herself. The mothers who sacrifice thier dreams and career and what not are the heroins. The feminist who is always shamed for being one teaches her sons to be respectful towards girls are the heroins. The girl with darker skin toned abused all her life for the way she looks is a heroine. The artists who are accused for ruining thier life choosing art as passion are also the heroines. Heroines comes from all forms of human, and we should respect all for thier differences.