As an artist and primary caregiver at home
My making time often happens in the pockets of time in between
My making time often happens in the pockets of time in between
The illusive synthesis of time and creative flow
these moments in solitude to reflect and create is a sacred space
Balancing the elation and frustration of
Balancing the elation and frustration of
time spent in the container called a home.
my studio is my home
My home is my studio
My
-April Rose
Home is an altar
Home is a shelter
Home is a haven
Home is a studio
Home is a stage
Hame is a theater
Home is a prison
Home is a sanctuary
My home is a set to play and create the narrative I desire,
create an environment of imagintation.
My families kitchen table is as much an art space as a dining space
Our living room floor an art making space
My home life and work life are immeshed
My home is an art making altar
Art making is how I process joy, anxiety and pain.
It’s all in the my
conscious and subconscious cauldron.
It’s all in the my
conscious and subconscious cauldron.
I stir stories.
The repetition of domestic duties reveal magic in monotony and fluidly
The repetition of domestic duties reveal magic in monotony and fluidly
deepened escapism resulting in
rich fantastical, inner worlds being explored.
Harnessing the power of art to transcend reality.
Harnessing the power of art to transcend reality.
-April Rose
