Daily Prompt Love <3 Gone
12 July 2019
Make art about extinction, about what’s going extinct.
Image by Felikss Veilands from Pixabay
Posts tagged ‘Earth’
Daily Prompt Love <3 Womxn Magic
20 June 2019
“Where is a woman, there is magic. “–Nzotake Shange
Make art about womxn magic, about a goddess you know.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Spreading the Love
6 June 2019
Make art about pollinators, about pollination, literal or metaphorical.
Friday Call for Submissions Love <3 About Place
About Place Journal Call for Submissions: Infinite Country
Deadline: August 1, 2019
Each issue of About Place Journal, the arts publication of the Black Earth Institute, focuses on a specific theme.
“From 6/1 to 8/1 we’ll be accepting submissions for our Fall 2019 issue Infinite Country: Deepening Our Connection to Place, Culture and One Another. Our mission: to have art address the causes of spirit, earth, and society; to protect the earth; and to build a more just and interconnected world. We publish prose, poetry, visual art, photography, video, and music which fit the current theme.”
More about this issue’s theme and submission guidelines can be found at aboutplacejournal.org/submissions/.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Stones
4 April 2019
“where stone has old stories”–Linda Hogan
Make art about the stories stones tell, the songs stones sing.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Vulnerable
3 April 2019
Make art about the vulnerability of animals, about the absolute trust of a pet.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Bold
24 March 2019
First line I wrote in my journal this morning: “The birds have become bold….”
Make art about becoming bold, about the boldness of nature, about being bold, or wishing you were.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Defying Expectation
20 March 2019
“Go back
to the window. Note the crocus
defying expectations”–Joy Ladin
Make art about defying expectation, or about the crocus.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Lost in the Branches
15 February 2019
Woke this morning to the heartbreaking sound of chainsaws, taking down several large oaks at the little church across the street, trees that are easily hundreds of years old. The crash as they fell echoed all around us.
Make art about what’s lost when we lose a tree, about what’s lost in those branches, or about the spirit of trees.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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