Call For Submissions – To What We Lost

Call for Submissions!

All formats of art wanted!

Free submission. Deadline October 31st, 2020.

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.

Selected submissions will be displayed on www.pondersavant.com.

Submit To:

Email Mia Savant at pondersavant@gmail.com using the subject line “To What We Lost.”

Submissions Guidelines:

1. Send your artwork of any kind (written art, performance art, visual art, etc.) on the topic of loss.

-If sending video, please send it as a link to either youtube or vimeo.

Disclaimer: Submissions that include hate, discrimination, or inappropriate content will not be accepted.

2. Include a picture of yourself or any photo that you feel represents yourself as an artist.

3. Include any bios, links to your work, or social media sites that you would like to be shared.

4. Follow the blog site www.pondersavant.com. If you have Facebook or Instagram follow there as well @pondersavant.

5. Spread the word! Let other artists know about To What We Lost by your social media sites or word of mouth!

Deadline for submission is October 31st, 2020

Terminal Blue and Window Pane- Art by Mark Blickley, Amy Bassin, & Beatrice Georgalidis

Adorably Horror Series – Mark Blickley & Amy Bassin

-Mark Blickley & Amy Bassin


Photo by Beatrice Georgalidis

“Window Pane”

by Mark Blickley

It was time for Ralph’s first real haircut. Ralph’s mother said it was time, as did the next-door parents of his best friend, Emmitt.  The only person who did not think it was time for a real haircut was Ralph. He did not want to go to the barbershop.

Ralph liked having his mother cut his hair. Last month she was so tired after working a double shift at the hospital she accidently sliced his ear with the scissors.  There was a lot of blood.  On Sunday Mother announced that Bright’s Barber Shop had finally opened after being closed for nearly four months because of the virus. She scheduled an appointment for Ralph on Friday.

Thursday night Ralph could not fall asleep. Every time he shut his eyes all he could see was the huge window in front of Mr. Bright’s barbershop. Ralph hated that window. He had to pass it every week when his mother took him to the babysitter before she went to work at St. Ann’s Medical Center.

Even though Ralph hated the window, he would always look inside as he passed by. He couldn’t help himself. And what he saw truly frightened him. A large bald-headed man with a bushy moustache named Mr. Bright was always chopping off somebody’s hair.  Ralph remembered seeing men, boys, and even a lady tied to a chair, looking like prisoners as Mr. Bright danced around them waving sharp tools.

Friday morning Ralph was very very nervous and refused to leave the house. He felt as trapped as the frogs he stalked, caught and tossed into his pail. For the first time in his life Ralph wished he were a frog. Frogs don’t have hair.


Artists:

Mark Blickley & Amy Bassin & Beatrice Georgalidis

Dead Heads & Other Artwork by Shannon Gardner

Adorably Horror Series – Shannon Gardner

Dead Heads 
Watercolor and Ink on Paper 
5×7
Bird Skull
Watercolor and Ink on Paper 
16×20
A Joke To You
Assemblage on Paper 
11×14

Artist:

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. 

Frutti Fresqui – Watercolor Painting by Analia Adorni

Adorably Horror Series – Analia Adorni

“Frutti Fresqui”(Fresh fruits)

Artist:

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.

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Unfortunate Metamorphosis of Mother Nature & Other Artwork by Martina Rimbaldo

Adorably Horror Series – Martina Rimbaldo

Unfortunate metamorphosis of Mother Nature

Background –stained with scarlet  blood .

Hair   lifted up   in the atmospheric void,

nothing to hold on to ,

peaks of her  hair locks dance   as flames of fire in her pain .

Plastic green shade arrow launched by corrupt humanity wounds her body.

Moment of her fall is frozen in time on the artist’s canvas 

humiliation shown to all people,

for our own shame – not hers.

Tormented face,  agony of her  eyebrows and clenched eyelids, leaves no one indifferent.

Once vivid flowers withered in the moment of her demise.

Blush pink, now pale skin.

Beneath  her rib cage heartbeat stops.

Before her last breath, Mother Nature releases all her rage on humans –murderers of Nature  but also of our own selves.

Flower on her marble gravestone, is the same flower on our own   tombs. 


DEATH CARRIES THE FACE OF HAPPINESS!

while the funeral march runs the hearse.

Wooden, carved cover of your coffin, hiding the secret of your body.

Pale, hardened, sculpture, it is all you are ,  you’re not what you used to be.

Death hides the face of happiness!

Behold ! The church bell now rings more vigorously.

Towards  the tomb, wind carries introduced leaves and flowers.

Silk, purple fabric ,wrinkles hide.

What under the black pan, from glory into darkness is poured over.

Not even your lightweight shoes, never set foot on earth,

it’s like your last resting place, they were waiting.

Death has a face of happiness!

When the mortal costume rots,

when, death, skin and flesh from every courpse  peels away ,

then the bones will reveal the secret of their own, which we have never seen in our lives,

because it was hidden, with frowning and expressions.

Man’s bones at the scene of the skull, are always smiling.

IN A PLACE OF TEETH, MAN LAUGHS ETERNALLY!

DEATH CARRIES THE FACE OF HAPPINESS!

In death, man, will never stop smiling!


Artist:

Martina Rimbaldo was born 29 years ago , lives and works in Croatia, a small country placed in central  Europe. She enjoys reading, writing and painting.

 Tina also (over)thinks specially  about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. One of her goals are  to be a good person and to publish her own poetry book. She is a cat person. Her work is  published in Nightingale &Sparrow, Oddball Magazine, The sage cigarette magazine, Spillwords.com, Thruly you, The Street Light press, Dark Elements, The Elixir, Six word stories, Poems, and Poezija noći, websites, Kvaka website and her artwork is published at weekly blog of Royal Rose Magazine, her photographs are published in Bleached Butterfly, The Remenant, Open arts forum, and Anti heroin chic. 

Adorably Horror

‘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!

-Mia Savant

Indira Gandhi – Pencil Portrait by Rupesh Bhatia

The Heroines Among Us

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.


Artist Statement:

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.


Artist:

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.

Outside of Memories, I Belong – Sculpture by Ivana Mancic

The Heroines Among Us

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.


Artist Statement:

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.


Artist:

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. 

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