Behind Slow Soul Studio

Katherine Bosch is an artist.

After graduating high school she did the "smart" thing and obtained a degree in science.

Since graduating from Michigan State University in 2003 she has been a zookeeper, a cook, a professional friend to the elderly, a glorified geo-cacher, an office assistant, an office manager, conservation corps leader, substitute teacher, camp counselor, a field assistant for tree fruit entomology grad students, the list goes on.

She's working a day job and night job and painting, printing and drawing on the side.

Katherine has lived in Montana, Vermont, Oregon, and Colorado, and currently resides in Michigan. The mountains have an strong appeal, but the beach wins.

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All That I Have Known That Is Now Forgotten 24” x 36” Acrylic on Canvas There are those of us who live many lives compressed into one lifetime. We learn and grow and are molded and shaped and meet many people and make a few friends and possibly fall in love. We live in houses and apartments and shacks and sometimes in tents and on others’ couches and they are all homes. We perform jobs, some are careers, others carry us on to the next place, others just pay the bills. We go places and live so much life that we can hardly remember. Most days we are focused on the present and our past is a mold we are breaking free from. Our soul holds the memories and occasionally they are conjured for stories to regal our friends. We brush over them as we type out a resume and fill out job applications. Some days the memories attack us and we didn’t know they existed until they derail our thought train.

All That I Have Known That Is Now Forgotten

24” x 36”

Acrylic on Canvas

There are those of us who live many lives compressed into one lifetime. We learn and grow and are molded and shaped and meet many people and make a few friends and possibly fall in love. We live in houses and apartments and shacks and sometimes in tents and on others’ couches and they are all homes. We perform jobs, some are careers, others carry us on to the next place, others just pay the bills. We go places and live so much life that we can hardly remember. Most days we are focused on the present and our past is a mold we are breaking free from. Our soul holds the memories and occasionally they are conjured for stories to regal our friends. We brush over them as we type out a resume and fill out job applications. Some days the memories attack us and we didn’t know they existed until they derail our thought train.

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