.:. M E E T WILD R O S E .:.
In a cave of crystals underneath the green canopy of monstera leaves and wild orchids is a mahogany edwardian drawing desk. Sitting here, on a hollow tree trunk with a spiral carve through the middle, is the artist known as Wild Rose. A name given to her that embodies all that she is.
Her home is on the ancient Jurassic coast where you swim with more fossils than fish. She feels more at home outside than inside and always has.
Rose spent more time outside in the forest hiking through bamboo mazes. Always catching frogs in the lily filled pond at home, under the watching eye of the stone lions head set in the wall. She was always barefoot walking in the dirt or sitting in any elder tree that invited her up to its branches, First in the river and last out. Always laying down in any grass that she could find.
Rose spent more time outside in the forest hiking through bamboo mazes. Always catching frogs in the lily filled pond at home, under the watching eye of the stone lions head set in the wall. She was always barefoot walking in the dirt or sitting in any elder tree that invited her up to its branches, First in the river and last out. Always laying down in any grass that she could find.
Collecting rocks and ammonites as a child turned into an obsession as an adult, She has always believed that how we live our days becomes how we live our lives.
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