#1BillionRising: This Is Supposed To Be A Post About Art


This is supposed to be a post about art. I have declared, in my mind, that Wednesday is art day around here. It helps me stay on track. Sometimes my plans fail. Actually most of the time my plans fail because life happens. Someone gets sick, our well stops pumping water, the dog gets out of the fence and decides to chase some deer into the next county. These are all things that have happened recently. These are the excuses I pull out of the air to justify why I haven’t been as productive lately. Luckily, this time I have a better excuse. We have been getting ready for  V day ( a global movement to end violence against women).

Mermaid collage by Lillian Connelly
Mermaids: #1BillionRising

I did finish a painting this week, but I cannot get a clear picture of it. I may or may not have dumped too much glitter into my soft gel medium in the attempt to create something resembling a jellyfish. Mostly it looks like a sparkle-fest which I guess is OK too. A bunch of sparkly mermaids dancing with hearts and flowers seems fitting for the event we will be attending tomorrow. I have created a symbol of women rising. Women filled with love, joy and hope. They may be a little blurry here, but the women they represent in real life are clear and sharp and brilliant.

art collage mermaids
#1Billion Rising: 12×12 mixed media collage on canvas.

Tomorrow we will be attending a 1 Billion Rising event. It’s an event to bring awareness to the worldwide violence that happens against women every single day. There will be dancing and marching and T-shirts. People will come together and create a revolution of change by standing together in solidarity. The cultural acceptance of violence against women must be changed and stopped. I am taking my daughter because this is her future. Right now one out of three women will be beaten or raped in her lifetime. If you have a mother and a daughter and a sister, which one of you will it be? This is unacceptable and not something I want my daughter to endure or to face. I stand up for her and for my mother, my sister, and my friends. I will dance with hope. I will pray that my energy and determination contributes to this movement. That a new consciousness will be born. That women will be treated as all human beings should be treated. That human rights be recognized and embraced for ALL people.

mermaid painting #1BillionRising

This is what the website says:

On V-Day’s 15th Anniversary, 14 February 2013, we are inviting ONE BILLION women and those who love them to WALK OUT, DANCE, RISE UP, and DEMAND an end to this violence. ONE BILLION RISING will move the earth, activating women and men across every country. V-Day wants the world to see our collective strength, our numbers, our solidarity across borders.

This is what the rising is about, taken directly from onebillionrising.org :

A global strike

An invitation to dance

A call to men and women to refuse to participate in the status quo until rape and rape culture ends

An act of solidarity, demonstrating to women the commonality of their struggles and their power in numbers

A refusal to accept violence against women and girls as a given

A new time and a new way of being

Do you want to join an event? You can go here to type in your zip code and find the one nearest you. There is a map showing all of the events scheduled to take place. It is pretty impressive. Join A Rising!

I will be taking pictures tomorrow and posting them on my Facebook page and Twitter. I hope that you will be doing the same, or if you cannot attend an event support the people who are by being a witness to their efforts and by sharing their experiences with your friends and family. This is important if you believe in equality and in human rights. Make sure you are a part of it: Strike! Dance! Rise!

Follow the movement:

One Billion Rising On Facebook

One Billion Rising On Twitter


19 thoughts on “#1BillionRising: This Is Supposed To Be A Post About Art”

      1. Are you going to join a movement tomorrow? Ours starts at 3:30 here. There is a dance rally at an old theater and then a march/parade down main street.

    1. I am going to take photos and video and write about it here after it is over so you will probably see more than you even want to!

  1. You are an inspiration. I can’t wait to hear about your experiences! Joe is at the firehouse tomorrow which leaves me land-locked, or I’d be in! Pls. post lots of pics!

  2. This is probably too much information for a comment but it is a safe place. A place where neither my parents or my siblings will see it and think I have betrayed them…So here goes…As I was showering the other day I was thinking. Because that is where all the best thinking happens, right? Anyway, I was thinking about my sister and what a pushover she can be in life in general but how in a relationship with a man, she will never ever be abused. And it occurred to me that I am not a push over in any sense of the word and will definitely be pushed around by a man but how our brother is an abuser. There is no easy way to say that, it is just the truth. But this thought set me to thinking about the way we were raised and I can’t figure out how my sister and I have become so strong, how we will stand up so fast to an abusive person and I believe, sadly that it is the same reason brother became an abuser. Our mom was an abuser. Her weapon for me was the fly swatter. You know the kind with the metal coat hanger handles? They leave whelps on the legs, raised whelps, bloody whelps. Whelps that were a reminder to me to not upset my mom. Interestingly, there came a point I stood up to my mom. It was the first time I saw her abuse my sister. My mom had her hands in the dishwater and my sister came home from school excited about the day and she started talking 90 to nothing and it aggravated my mother. Since her hands were in the dishwater she kicked my sister across the face. She was 5. I don’t know why I am sharing this here except to say that patterns can be broken. Abuse can be ended. I stood up that day, not for myself but for my sister and because of that my sister stood up for herself from them on. The abuse didn’t end there. I was eleven. I don’t think it ended until I was big enough to really stop my mom. Until I was able to grab her arm and show her the hate that had developed inside of me. I didn’t hit back but the look was a mirror of all I had seen. The look stopped it. The abuse cycle can end. But it can also go on, in my brother I see that. I don’t know that there is answer but looking back I think about those days and wonder whether I would be the strong person I am to day if I had grown up any other way. Wow. I can’t believe I just shared that but thank you for a post that allowed me to do that. Thank you for standing up to violence against women.

    1. I am so glad you feel this is a safe place to share your story. I am so moved (to tears) by what you have shared here and I think you are incredibly strong and brave. Thank you for standing up and for showing people that these cycles can be broken. You give people hope and courage by telling your story.

  3. I am neither witty or charming at this point. However, your paintings are rich with life. Also, as a surviver of abuse in the true since, that I continue to live. I was moved to realize a movement for women and girls is in motion. Thank you and others like you who are trying to make a difference.

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