About
Rosie Stanton is some-sort-of artist. She is well trained with a Bachelor of Arts n’ Farts from the VCA class of 2021 and well practiced with a slow and steady studio practice of almost pre-teen age maturity.
She will flip flop (by frustration or for fun) between material visual and the spoken written. With loose allegiance to final form, she nurtures ideas through permutations of possible and impossible expressions.
Rosie’s guiding ghosts are elusive though persistently present: whimsy and resonance, sentimentality and spirit sensitivity, playful absurdity, and mysterious familiarity.
Rosie loves to host workshops, exhibit paintings, perform poetry, write creative essays, and sit a market stall. But. Honestly and truly, Rosie’s passion is for serious play and she will fiercely protect her and your God-given privilege to chase the tail of your own curiosity and imagine a happier day.
The Sky Tunnel is cosmically playful. It considers the space crossed instantly from one’s bedroom in private prayer, through the skies to infinite comfort. It renders the invisible pathway from the physical here, to the spiritual there.
It considers the gap and its tentative bridge that is felt in the intimate act of prayer. A bridge that is nurtured and spoken of silently in the deepest personal ‘home’ (that is the heart). Rosie looks outward with closed eyes (open mind’s eye) towards the cosmic beyond and divine paradise.
The Sky Tunnel emerged from Rosie’s own contemplative prayer. A persistent image of a spiral stretched. At once with and without direction.
Rosie nurtured this shape in secrecy.
Fed by reading about theosophy, phenomenology, planetary orbit, atomic valency, photosynthesis, Maghreb and Ishraq prayer, Jacob’s Ladder, the cloud of witnesses, Hilma af Klint, J. M. W. Turner, Donnie Darko, Joni Mitchell, Henry Thoreau, Icarus, Pope Francis, and Jesus Christ.
Formed under technical guidance from the sky itself. Rosie paints in dusk, dawn, moonlight, and sunlight, layering light upon light.
The ultimate cosmic contemplations, considered, wrestled with, blessed, and released, in the holiness of heart and home and in the secrecy of sacred studio.