
Amrita Rose
About Me
You may have seen me…
Sitting on a stone bridge, sketchbook in hand, pen shaping an image on the page, and me looking a bit puzzled as I try to get my lines to match what I’m seeing.
I’ve spent my life making art of various kinds, mostly photography and writing and music with some drawing and painting tossed in for good measure. I went to art school- all the way to an M.F.A. and taught art, imaging, critical thinking… I like to think I helped my students be interested in seeing the world in new ways and finding their own voices to say what they needed to say.
These days I’m traveling the world. Sketching, exploring, writing more and photographing a bit less, but that could shift next week. I might find myself with a camera in hand, humming my way into a new conversation with the world.
Explore the Newest Words
Existential Quanta
There was nothing.
No sound
Not muffled
Nothing to break against silence
No way to place ourselves in the world
Which had disappeared.
Two Characters in Dialog
The idea for this came from a prompt I was given years ago in a writing group. The guy who gave the prompt happened to be a friend from High School with whom I was in a Beckett play. The memory influenced this very brief dialog.
About Space and Surroundings
The plains and mountains are dark. The mountains carve their shapes from shadows and moonlight.