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A Day in the Working Life
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by Amy Martinez On the third floor of St. Anthony’s Hospital in St. Petersburg, Rose Marie Prins goes door to door greeting patients as she pulls a suitcase filled with crayons, markers and other art supplies. “Hi, my name is Rose Marie,” she says. “I’m an artist, and I’m here to make art with you.” Ken Wood, hospitalized with a kidney stone just before last Christmas, decides to make a greeting card for the nursing
A powerful weekend of art! Evoke, experience and express your own unique creativity with Rose Marie Prins, mixed media artist and Linn Sennott, Core Health Facilitator and yoga teacher. Open yourself to inspiration from nature in our beautiful retreat setting at the Rainbow Rivers Center, Dunnellon, Florida, located at the confluence of the Rainbow and the Withlacooche Rivers. Draw, paint, collage, explore new art media and journal. Share the creative process in the company of
This was my second experience at Art Basel Miami Beach and it was almost overwhelming. I have a blurred recollection of wind, rain and traffic, traffic, traffic. I did, however, get to see some wonderful art; also a lot of sensationalist and gimmicky art. And I was pleased to see that women were well represented this year. Although I didn’t have time to visit all the satellite shows, other than Art Basel at the Miami
It begins with a drone and tambora underlaid with Middle Eastern and jazz rhythms that lure you through a mysterious white curtain. In the darkened space beyond, Rose Marie Prins, South African born artist, envelops the viewer in her vision of exile and the wounds of war. In the center Prins’ assemblage sculpture rises on concrete blocks from a white circle of sand and stones, a shrine of rusted and twisted, jagged forms that evoke
“Sanctuary,” Solo Exhibition at Gallery@221 HCC, Dale Mabry Campus, Tampa
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Since the 1980s, I have periodically created installations related to the environment. Shortly after arriving in Florida, in the early 2000s, I discovered Juniper Springs en route from Ocala to Florida’s East Coast. On several occasions since then I have swum in its icy waters, camped in its thickets and been visited by raccoons in search of food. Over the past several months I have been saddened by reports that the springs of Florida, over 900




