Healing Arts Group

26/02/2026

Mark your calendars! On March 4 at 7 pm ET, the Rose Art Museum is honored to host a free virtual conversation with Judy Chicago and Catherine Morris, Senior Curator at the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art at the Brooklyn Museum. Together, they’ll reflect on "The Dinner Party" and Chicago’s groundbreaking "Birth Project" series—two bodies of work that redefined how art can address creation, history, and female agency.

Join us for this powerful conversation—and take your seat at the table; 🔗 https://www.brandeis.edu/rose/programs/2026/in-conversation-judy-chicago.html

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05/12/2025

Color is the skin of life.”
With this single sentence, Sonia Delaunay summed up the inner battle she carried for years—a struggle that began in childhood when she was taken from her parents due to poverty and raised by her wealthy aunt in Russia. Despite the comfort, she always felt like an outsider… a “guest” who didn’t truly belong. This deep sense of displacement stayed with her, and when she later moved to Paris, she faced a new challenge: being a woman artist in a time that imposed strict limits on women and dismissed their creative presence, which intensified her feelings of suffocation and isolation.

Art, however, became her turning point. The moment she touched color, she started building a world of her own—one untouched by painful memories or social constraints. She used color as a path to freedom, transformed her loneliness into rhythmic circular movement, and reshaped the world around her with lines, circles, and gradients that declared: “I am here… creating my world with my own hands.”

For Sonia, art was not an escape but a reconstruction of the self. Color became her language, light became her space, and the canvas became the only place where she could decide who she was. Through this liberation, she moved from the margins into the spotlight: pioneering Orphism, blending art with fashion, textile, and design, and becoming the first woman to receive a lifetime retrospective at the Louvre.

Sonia Delaunay’s journey transformed from loneliness and non-belonging into full freedom—a freedom she created herself. Art became the door through which she overcame everything that once tried to limit her.

26/11/2025

Leonora Carrington was twenty-three when her world collapsed, but like many women whose strength is underestimated, she would rise in ways no one could have imagined.

She was in love—deeply, fiercely, defiantly—with the artist Max Ernst when the N***s arrested him. The shock fractured something inside her. Overnight, the life she thought she was building turned to smoke. Her grief wasn’t delicate; it was feral. And in the eyes of her well-bred British family, feral emotion was unacceptable. Instead of helping her heal, they delivered her to an asylum in Spain, a place where her feelings were treated as symptoms, and her despair was met with injections meant to shatter her mind completely.

Imagine being twenty-three, heartbroken, terrified, and told that your pain is insanity. Imagine being strapped down and forced into convulsions for daring to feel too much. Many women throughout history were silenced this way. But Leonora—wild, stubborn, brilliant Leonora—refused to let the world claim her voice.

Inside those walls, she began to write. Not as a polite pastime, not as therapy, but as survival. She scribbled through the haze of drugs, through the fog of trauma, through the terror of losing herself. Her writing was strange, fearless, ferocious. She wrote the truth as only a woman cornered by the world can tell it—half-dream, half-rebellion, fully her own.

And she escaped. Literally. She fled the asylum, crossed countries in a daze of determination and instinct, and rebuilt her life far from the people who tried to contain her.

What followed was not just recovery—it was transformation. In Mexico, she became a force of surrealism, an artist whose paintings glowed with myth, magic, and feminine power long before such visions were celebrated. Her canvases swarmed with hybrid creatures, witches, wild women, and otherworldly rituals. Her imagination was not decoration; it was defiance. It was everything the asylum tried to crush.

Her life reminds us that women’s interior worlds—messy, emotional, visionary, powerful—are often misunderstood, feared, or dismissed. But they are also reservoirs of extraordinary creativity. Leonora’s pain did not define her, but it fueled a fire that no institution, no doctor, no family expectation could extinguish.

At twenty-three, she lost the life she knew. In its ruins, she forged a new one—one that would reshape art, myth, and the language of dreams itself.