By ​Kripa Radhakrishan

Artist Statement

​I was born and raised in Vasai, India. I observed that the men in my community had a very conservative attitude towards women. In all aspects of life, they refused to support gender equality. As I became an adult, I realized I was not the only one to face this kind of persecution; so many women throughout the world experience harassment and limitations in everyday in life. I connect to the events from my own memories and experiences in India. My artwork is a platform for me to courageously share my struggles with the world and to share the extent of women's hardships.
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By Dario Mohr

By Keith LaFountaine

By Jonathan B. Ferrini 

Professor Emeritus Leonora Kohan lived life with "brio" an Italian word from the 18th Century describing vigor, gusto, zest, enthusiasm, vitality, dynamism, spirit, and energy. She was my teacher, mentor, friend, and I loved her.
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Leonora was one of few female students of her time enrolled in graduate math courses and overcame overwhelming odds rising from Assistant Professor, Professor, and awarded the prestigious title, Professor Emeritus of Mathematics. 
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By Gregory Kimbrell

​The bowl in / the hands overflows / with
sweet-scented / blood, and the soft hairs
of / the severed / horse head floating on /
the pool of mercury / write the sentence.
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Words by Gregory Kimbrell
​Image by Gretchen Gales

Beyond the shadow is the other room,
where the lunatic is imprisoned. There
is no light. So, he has no need for eyes.

By Charlie Stern

By Cindy Rinne

The bush with the blue flowers clings to the sharp-angled hill
just below the forbidden forest. Angie enjoys this bush
because tulips, daffodils, and roses are not this color.
 
She sits in the cut grass below her bush. To the right, her sister’s
crab apple tree that does not give her shade. After the rain,
it rests in water at the base of the hill. Angie likes that they both
have their own plants that grow and change with the seasons. 
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By Lael Lopez
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*Editors' Note: This poem first appeared in Down in the Dirt. 

This angel fell
She lost her light
Trudging through the gates of hell
She gave up the fight

By Helen Sánchez-Stoddard

Artist's note: 35mm black & white film shot in Lago de Coatepeque and San Salvador, El Salvador.