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Disabled Women Make History (and Art) 2025 In-Person Artists
Click on the picture of the artwork to learn more about the piece and its artist in their own words.

Affirmation of Connection by Elisha Ramey
This is the last line of a poem I was privileged to hear from the author’s own mouth. In a society where the conversations that aren’t had determine so many aspects of individuals’ lives negatively, the clear choice of being oneself for good was so intoxicating to me. The nuances of poetry, the verbal presentation, and my everyday existence with hearing loss challenged my use of communication. I handset gorgeous antique wood type, created a custom color ink, and registered multiple prints by instinct on an antique steel drum press while participating in a letterpress workshop at the Toledo Museum of Art.

But You Don't Look Sick by Chelsea Lackey
Like a rabbit in a test lab, when one has an invisible or rare chronic illness, doctors begin by throwing medications and treatments at it, hoping one might work. The patient becomes the test rabbit, subject to all the side effects and bad reactions to medications that occur. After many failed trials the conclusion that the doctors come to is that the patient’s condition must be all in their head. No answers, no questions, no proof, if the medical professional can’t immediately measure or treat the illness then it must be imagined. Suddenly, all that they have ever seen in the patient is anxiety, stress, mental disorders, a scared rabbit sitting in a cold room. My layered paper piece ‘But You Don’t Look Sick’ captures the experiences of medical gaslighting and the feeling of being a test subject when dealing with a rare or unknown illness. On the outside, the rabbit appears fine, though surrounded by medications and samples. In the windows into the rabbit’s true state of being, however, is the decay and sickness that is going ignored simply because it can’t be seen but through the occasional glimpse.

Claw Your Way Out by Rachel Pointer
Mixed media collage depicting my experience as being late diagnosed autistic and with hypermobile Ehlers Danlos. The body that is grotesque and dissected and violated is rising out of the flaming maw of a demon and towards life. No hands to claw their own way out, they look outward, choosing beauty and life. Through that choice, they bring harmony throughout their body and mind, so that even if they never fully escape that torment, they'll still find a way to flourish.
It's not that I've overcome my disabilities, or that my joy comes in spite of them. My disabilities are just as much a part of who I am as anything else, they impact and shape my personality and my life as much as anything else. I don't choose joy in spite of them, I choose joy because of them.
It's not that I've overcome my disabilities, or that my joy comes in spite of them. My disabilities are just as much a part of who I am as anything else, they impact and shape my personality and my life as much as anything else. I don't choose joy in spite of them, I choose joy because of them.

EDS: Party Tricks (Triptych - Temple, Wreath, Gang Sign) by Veronica Usher Davenport
Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS) is a genetic condition where collagen is ""printed"" incorrectly. This can make many of the joints hyper-extensive, or even slip out of place completely. You may have known other kids growing up that could do super flexible party tricks: the gymnast who could bend over backwards, the cheerleader who could drop into the splits in an instant, or the weird kid who could contort their joints (such as the artist of this work) and freak their teachers out. Chances are that they all had one of the 13 different versions of EDS.
The paintings in the EDS: Party Tricks triptych focuses on the flexibility of the hands. Because of the stretchy nature of the joints, the fingers and wrist can overextend creating otherworldly formations that have their own names in the EDS community.
~ ""Gang Sign"": (bottom) The fingers are splayed outward, while the thumb is drawn down towards the forearm.
~ ""Wreath"": (middle) The fingers are each gently wrapped over the other.
~ ""Temple"": (top) The fingers of both hands are pressed together until they bend upward at a 90 degree angle from the main part of the hand.
For more information about Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and its related comorbidities, please visit the Ehlers-Danlos Society (https://www.ehlers-danlos.com/).
The paintings in the EDS: Party Tricks triptych focuses on the flexibility of the hands. Because of the stretchy nature of the joints, the fingers and wrist can overextend creating otherworldly formations that have their own names in the EDS community.
~ ""Gang Sign"": (bottom) The fingers are splayed outward, while the thumb is drawn down towards the forearm.
~ ""Wreath"": (middle) The fingers are each gently wrapped over the other.
~ ""Temple"": (top) The fingers of both hands are pressed together until they bend upward at a 90 degree angle from the main part of the hand.
For more information about Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and its related comorbidities, please visit the Ehlers-Danlos Society (https://www.ehlers-danlos.com/).

hard to let go by Juniper Wolfenbarger
I created “hard to let go” during a period of intense grief. With the help of my doctors and disabled friends, I discovered I had Autism and ADHD after years of debilitating over-compensation to meet neurotypical expectations. This discovery, combined with my previously diagnosed PTSD and depression, Covid isolation, housing instability, and the loss of a parent, left me without a sense of security.
I clung to anything comforting, even if it was harmful. Due to sentimental attachment, I found it impossible to discard damaged or ill-fitting clothing. Even painful memories and experiences provided a familiar anchor that kept me grounded.
Using the long-form medium of hand embroidery allows me to meditate on a feeling or image. I use bright, sometimes clashing colors to communicate a sense of unease and vibrancy associated with snapshots of emotional memories.
As a genderqueer disabled person, I often feel these parts of myself invisibilized, and simultaneously, scrutinized. I am comforted by my ability to adapt and find acceptance through my chosen family in a sea of rejection and indifference. I think that by seeing “ugly” or forgotten things as precious, I can see beauty in the parts of myself I used to hide."
I clung to anything comforting, even if it was harmful. Due to sentimental attachment, I found it impossible to discard damaged or ill-fitting clothing. Even painful memories and experiences provided a familiar anchor that kept me grounded.
Using the long-form medium of hand embroidery allows me to meditate on a feeling or image. I use bright, sometimes clashing colors to communicate a sense of unease and vibrancy associated with snapshots of emotional memories.
As a genderqueer disabled person, I often feel these parts of myself invisibilized, and simultaneously, scrutinized. I am comforted by my ability to adapt and find acceptance through my chosen family in a sea of rejection and indifference. I think that by seeing “ugly” or forgotten things as precious, I can see beauty in the parts of myself I used to hide."

Heavy by Hope Hooper
Heavy is a mixed media sculpture which includes a 3D printed figure - scanned from the artist - and handmade blankets. The figure is painted pink and covered in flocking, meant to represent the artist's desire to seem soft and joyful as a means of being approachable. The work is meant to be interactive, as the blankets fall or shift on the figure, the audience is invited to participate to replace the blankets.
This work is meant to spur conversations about the need for caregivers and how those around people with disabilities can choose to participate in acts of caregiving, or not participate. These acts may be, or at least seem, small in nature, but can have a huge impact on people with disabilities. There is also an impact on the viewer/helper, just as caregivers are impacted by the work they do to help.
This work is meant to spur conversations about the need for caregivers and how those around people with disabilities can choose to participate in acts of caregiving, or not participate. These acts may be, or at least seem, small in nature, but can have a huge impact on people with disabilities. There is also an impact on the viewer/helper, just as caregivers are impacted by the work they do to help.

I cut things in orange peels by Elizabeth M. Meadows
I have more physical and mental health conditions than I prefer to disclose. Suffice it to say, I feel broken, defeated and overwhelmed constantly.
However, the one exception to my dark mood is my art. When my mobility became an issue I switched to smaller sculptures and jewelry. When I suffered a traumatic brain injury last year I switched to what I had on hand to make my art.
I would like to display and perform the process of creating my sculptural work in orange peels.
However, the one exception to my dark mood is my art. When my mobility became an issue I switched to smaller sculptures and jewelry. When I suffered a traumatic brain injury last year I switched to what I had on hand to make my art.
I would like to display and perform the process of creating my sculptural work in orange peels.

I'm Not OK But I Will Be by Teresa Siwajek
I have dealt with mental health issues my whole life. As I was growing up, people would always tell me to "act right" or if I did things differently (or like everyone else) things would go better. As I got older i understood that for whatever reason I was different and even though things may not go as planned, even when things went bad I would eventually be ok.

Joyful Menace by Haze B
Part of a series of self portraits, I wanted to express the frustration of feeling fragile and fragmented. At the point of painting this piece my immune system and nervous system were both under more stress than they could handle. I was fighting off multiple respiratory infections and learning I most definitely had some sort of autoimmune issue. My life was quickly changing but I was desperate to hold on to the joy and fun and lead a life full of love rather than pain and frustration and disappointment. In the years since I've been relearning to live such a life, regardless of inflammation, chronic illness and pain, and mobility changes. Learning to love myself as whole, not just parts of me.

Malfunctioning: July 1, 2021 7:30 AM by Brandi Lewis
Malfunctioning: July 1, 2021 7:30 AM examines the unwell body and the ways we care for ourselves when our unruly bodies do not fit within medical or social structures. I seek to make my experiences of illness visible after a long history of not being believed, taken seriously, and blamed for my un/wellness. Before I conceived of it as an artistic practice, I used to photograph myself during bouts of illness because I was afraid that I would have to provide evidence of my illness to some imagined other. My Malfunctioning (2024-Ongoing) series examines over a documented decade of this practice. In the series, I manipulate an archive of intimate moments in pain to disrupt the notion of a normative body and highlight my neurotic impulse to perform disability as a chronically ill person. While compiling these photos, a narrative and history emerged in this anxious practice, one where I prioritized legibility during moments of privacy and pain to justify my need for recovery. This archive's scope, duration, and translation illustrate the impact of pressures on disabled bodies to conform to normative, capital-driven structures and how disabled people navigate suspicion around their conditions, causing them to cater to others as a form of self-care.
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