The Art and The Feminism is a sub-series of Feminist Fridays where I share art with you that has somehow inspired or evoked my feminism. I show the artistic inspiration with you, write from my experience viewing or engaging with it, and then ask for your thoughts. This month: Greenhouses.
Our hearts are greenhouses, full of a wide range of pots, soils, seeds, and plants. We enter that space, fill pots with soil, plant seeds, tend to leaves and roots, and spend time cultivating. Or we ignore the greenhouse entirely, letting soil dry out and poor plants wither. We can grow the plants we like and uproot the ones that are harmful or ugly. We can elicit the help of others in tending to our plants or garden and grow in solitude, but never one or the other because we need both. We can grow plants that are beautiful, edible or both—satisfying both our need for beauty and sustenance.
We choose; it’s our greenhouse.
The beautiful thing about feminism is that it does not always directly relate to a social justice issue or theory. Feminism is a way of living with your mind and heart open to what’s true, healthy, and loving. It is just as much about seeing a message like this in a piece of art as it is seeing a need for justice in a societal problem.