Floating Olives
Mixed Media
2024
Creation dateSong Selection - Three Worlds: Music from Woollf Works: Mrs. Dalloway In The Garden - Max Richter, Louisa Fuller, Natalia Bonner, John Metcalfe, Ian Burdge & Chris Worsey
Winter
Photograph
2026
Creation dateTouch and another, On top of each other. Layers of white. As they dance through the night. All settled now. So very still. Play the music. Make it real. Watch the snowflakes as they dream. Borrowed breath or so it seems. Playing games of dress up type. Forms of packed snow plain in sight. A range of figures march my way. Hold on tight or so they say. Gripping hands they fling me through. I find myself on top of you. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
The Blending
Photograph
2024
Creation dateMixing black with every cosmic star. The odyssey became an insularity of dreams. Close your eyes and see a rainbow. Upon opening them a sea of black with blue waves surviving resistance. Is it only in this dream that the blue waves touched your heart? More so than any other vision. Black night cometh and goeth. While the day seeks the coming of light. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Paint It, Black - Ramin Djawadi “Mixing black. With every cosmic star.” Black here isn’t emptiness or evil—it’s the vast background of existence. When mixed with stars, it becomes the space that allows light to exist. This suggests the blending of darkness and brilliance, shadow and meaning, rather than one canceling the other. “The odyssey became an insularity of dreams.” An odyssey is a long outward journey, but here it turns inward—into solitude, privacy, and inner dreaming. The speaker’s journey has shifted from the external world to the internal one. “Close your eyes and see a rainbow.” With eyes closed, imagination, memory, and emotion produce color and richness. Truth and beauty appear not through sight, but through inner perception. “Upon opening them a sea of black with blue waves surviving resistance.” Reality reappears darker, heavier. Yet the blue waves—often symbols of emotion, depth, calm, or truth—persist despite resistance. Feeling survives even when the world looks bleak. “Is it only in this dream that the blue waves touched your heart?” This is a quiet challenge: do you only allow yourself to feel deeply in dreams, art, or imagination? Or can that emotional truth exist while awake? “More so than any other vision.” It suggests that this inner vision—this emotional resonance—was stronger than anything seen externally. “Black night cometh and goeth.” Darkness is temporary. It has rhythm, not permanence. This line carries patience and reassurance. “While the day seeks the coming of light.” Even daylight is not complete without light—it longs for illumination, clarity, meaning. Hope is not passive; it seeks. ⸻ Overall meaning The poem reflects on the tension between inner truth and outer reality. It suggests that darkness and difficulty are not the opposite of beauty, but the context in which it becomes visible. Emotional depth, symbolized by the blue waves, survives resistance and may touch us most powerfully in dreams—but the poem gently asks whether we can carry that truth into waking life. At its heart, this is a meditation on hope, inner vision, and the endurance of feeling, even when surrounded by darkness. (ChatGPT interpretation)
Reverie
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According to philosopher John Armstrong, “Reverie is the state of giving ourselves up to the flow of associations. This state of letting something happen—a species of relaxation—is one we need to cultivate when we look at paintings or buildings. . . . Reverie is a mode of introducing personal material into a picture or building: it brings an abundance of thoughts and feelings into play. It also frees us from merely following routine assumptions. . . . Reverie operates at the root of thinking: it is essential to the creative process in which we come to make thoughts for ourselves.”
Reshaping the Words
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThis brailled coat of darkened earth composed of long tinders of letters holds a message. The circular edges had been pulled apart in each word, angled now almost into a river bound for a shore. Maybe even splintered I gathered from this overhead view. All the earth I had ever wandered past always held a message. A code of sorts to behold, wrapped up to feel and translate into something meant to be understood. What had happened here was a mystery to unfold. Every part a textual interpretation of a landscape escaping. From what I wondered. Quietly she told her story, the breeze reshaping the words as I listened. Rising and reborn for the future I heard them say. To the river to purge themselves, to begin a new message of hope. Copyright © Susy Kamber
Abstract #41 :)
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2025
Creation dateHidden doorways into space. I think not hidden. so why would we suppose they are? Lost keys found, a change of mind, maybe all the things you find before you get there, that’s what’s hidden, perhaps. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - #41 · Dave Matthews Band
Your Soft Breath
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2025
Creation dateCome little soul, lay not your clothes down resting before eternity prescribes a place. Awaken and listen little soul, so that spoken words have meaning, so that what is seen is alive, so that the body exists as a human being, so that what you are joined with is complete. Come little soul, come back to us. Your soft breath is needed. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Benjamin Amaru - My Perception Of Love (Full Visual)
