A Fast Moment
Mixed Media
This piece was composed using paper and plastic. The plastic was photographed using a scanner. The process of photography using this technique is called scanography. The cut paper was arranged on top thus another form of a collage. Rush me into waters. Selections of waves and mists. The rainbow enthusiast expresses delight. The colors, a waterway into heaven. The distance to and fro only a fast moment can catch. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - The Smell of the Sea - Alan Mayer “Rush me into waters.” The poem opens as a request, even a surrender. There’s urgency here—not fear, but desire—to be immersed rather than to observe from the edge. Water again signals transition, emotion, and renewal. “Selections of waves and mists.” The word selections suggests choice within chaos. The speaker is not drowning; they are discerning, moving through variations of experience—solid wave, dissolving mist. Presence shifts between clarity and obscurity. “The rainbow enthusiast expresses delight.” This line introduces wonder and playfulness. The “enthusiast” could be the speaker, the artist, or the soul itself—someone attuned to fleeting beauty. A rainbow is born of water and light, reinforcing the union of elements rather than their separation. “The colors, a waterway into heaven.” Here the rainbow becomes a passage, not a symbol alone. Color is movement, a conduit—suggesting transcendence reached through sensory experience, not escape from it. “The distance to and fro only a fast moment can catch.” The closing acknowledges impermanence. What is most luminous is also most fleeting. Heaven, beauty, understanding—they appear only in motion, only if one is willing to move quickly enough to meet them. Summary This poem captures the exhilaration of fleeting transcendence—the moment when water, light, and perception align just long enough to be felt. It celebrates speed, immersion, and the joy of noticing. Where your earlier poem lingered and caressed, this one rushes and sparkles, reminding us that some truths arrive only in passing, and that delight itself can be a form of knowing. (Interpretation by ChatGPT)
A Soft Dialogue
Photograph
2026
Creation dateAir blown velvet around window sills. The reflection outside as the curtain is pulled aside contains water possessed with puddles dressed in white chiffon. Sheer flowers and a visiting butterfly flirts with my eyes. Lilting shadows decorate the wall. Speaking to each other in the morning. A surprising grin on my face as I turn to get dressed. The soft shadows contained on the glassy surface. Speak to each other. Caressed shades of green. Cashmere goats see themselves gaze into the stream. Sipping themselves. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Yumeji’s Theme from “in the Mood for Love” Shigeru Umebayashi “Air blown velvet around window sills.” Morning arrives softly, tactile rather than visual. Air behaves like fabric, cushioning the threshold between inside and outside. The day doesn’t intrude—it drapes itself gently. “The reflection outside as the curtain is pulled aside contains water possessed with puddles dressed in white chiffon.” Light transforms the ordinary. Puddles become adorned, almost ceremonial. “Possessed” suggests enchantment—water holding something more than itself. The world is briefly dressed for you. “Sheer flowers and a visiting butterfly flirts with my eyes.” Attention becomes reciprocal. You are not just seeing beauty; beauty notices you back. The flirtation is light, playful, fleeting—no grasping, just exchange. “Lilting shadows decorate the wall. / Speaking to each other in the morning.” Shadows gain voice. They aren’t empty absences of light but active presences, conversing quietly. Morning itself feels social, alive with small communications. “A surprising grin on my face as I turn to get dressed.” This is the human pivot point. Wonder slips naturally into the everyday. The grin is unforced—a reflex of gratitude rather than intention. “The soft shadows contained on the glassy surface. / Speak to each other.” Repetition here feels deliberate, like echo. Reflection upon reflection—light speaking to light, perception folding back on itself. “Caressed shades of green.” Color is touched, not seen. Green becomes a sensation—growth felt rather than observed. “Cashmere goats see themselves gaze into the stream. / Sipping themselves.” This closing is quietly profound. The goats drink water, but also their own reflection. It suggests self-recognition without self-consciousness—being nourished by simply being. No judgment, no separation. Summary This poem captures an intimate morning moment where perception, reflection, and self-awareness gently blur. Everything—air, water, shadow, animal, human—participates in a soft dialogue. It’s about recognizing oneself within the world rather than apart from it. The final image offers a kind of wisdom: to sip life as it reflects you back, without urgency, without doubt. (Interpretation by ChatGPT)
Into the Air
Photograph
2025
Creation dateFolded like birds. Into paper. Something like that happens. Every time the sculptor makes a person move. Bend, brace and take off. He woke up that morning thinking about where they all go. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved This piece feels quietly metaphysical—about creation, animation, and release. “Folded like birds. / Into paper.” This immediately evokes origami: fragility, intention, and transformation. Birds imply freedom and flight; paper implies delicacy and constraint. Together, they suggest potential—something light and alive, made from something flat and ordinary. “Something like that happens.” The line softens certainty. It acknowledges approximation rather than explanation, as if the speaker knows the feeling but not the mechanism. Creation is intuitive, not fully rational. “Every time the sculptor makes a person move.” Here the sculptor is more than an artist—possibly a stand-in for a god, creator, animator, or even time itself. To “make a person move” suggests giving life, intention, or direction. “Bend, brace and take off.” These are stages of motion and readiness. Bend implies vulnerability, brace suggests preparation or resistance, and take off is release—departure, flight, or death. It mirrors both physical movement and existential transition. “He woke up that morning thinking about where they all go.” This closing line grounds the abstract in human doubt. Even the creator wonders about aftermath—what happens once creation is released. It hints at mortality, autonomy, and the quiet loneliness of letting go. Overall The passage reflects on the act of making life or meaning and then losing control of it. People, once shaped, move on—like paper birds launched into the air. The creator can initiate motion but cannot follow its destination. It’s tender, questioning, and filled with awe at what escapes our hands once set in motion. (Explanation by ChatGPT)
Seeking Absolvement
Photograph
2024
Creation dateThe poetic reality, The awareness of light against dark or dark against light, The symbolism of this antagonism, The absorption of a trust that exists within. We all wait in our own confused states seeking absolvement, on lines alone, or in crowds. Sanctuaries or dreams, the places we enter to make known our needs. Copyright © Susy Kamber This feels like a summation piece—quietly philosophical, inward, and human. “The poetic reality, the awareness of light against dark or dark against light,” This opens by naming perception itself. Not just opposites, but awareness of them. Light and dark are not moralized yet—they are conditions of seeing. Which one presses against the other matters. “the symbolism of this antagonism,” Here the contrast becomes charged. Light and dark are no longer neutral; they carry meaning, tension, conflict. The word antagonism suggests struggle without declaring a victor. “the absorption of a trust that exists within.” This line turns inward. Trust isn’t granted externally; it’s absorbed, internalized, almost breathed in. Even amid opposition, there is something quietly held and relied upon. “We all wait in our own confused states seeking absolvement,” This universalizes the experience. Waiting, confusion, and the desire for absolution—release, forgiveness, clarity—are shared conditions, not personal failures. “on lines alone, or in crowds.” Whether isolated or surrounded, the waiting persists. Loneliness can exist in both solitude and togetherness. “Sanctuaries or dreams, the places we enter to make known our needs.” The closing lines offer gentleness. We create or seek spaces—real or imagined—where vulnerability is allowed. Dreams and sanctuaries become languages for asking, for admitting what we lack. Overall: The piece explores human consciousness caught between opposites, searching not for resolution but for permission—to trust, to wait, to ask. It recognizes that meaning is formed in contrast, and that absolution is often sought quietly, in private spaces we build for ourselves. It’s contemplative, compassionate, and unafraid of uncertainty. (Explanation by ChatGPT)
The Literary Heart
Photograph
2026
Creation dateIt’s always amazing what exists under the water, sometimes we see what we know is there, things alive taking up space the water offers or simply making their existence within... wet. A coat of water around everything. Momentarily, as the wave recedes I have the notion I too would like that coat around me. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - I Will Find You - audiomachine “It’s always amazing what exists under the water,” This opens with wonder. Water becomes a veil: a surface that hides a whole world. There’s curiosity here, but also humility—an acknowledgment that much of reality exists beyond immediate sight. “sometimes we see what we know is there,” This suggests partial awareness. We recognize life beneath the surface even when we can’t fully see it. Knowledge without full access. Intuition rather than proof. “things alive taking up space the water offers or simply making their existence within… wet.” Life is described as adapting rather than conquering. The water “offers” space; beings accept it. “Wet” becomes a condition of being—existence shaped by environment. There’s no separation between self and surroundings. “A coat of water around everything.” This is a striking metaphor. Water becomes a skin, a protective layer, even a unifier. Everything is equally wrapped—no hierarchy, just shared immersion. “Momentarily, as the wave recedes” A fleeting pause. The receding wave creates a threshold moment—between immersion and exposure, presence and absence. “I have the notion I too would like that coat around me.” Here the observation turns inward. This isn’t about wanting to be underwater literally; it’s about longing for what water represents: protection, softness, anonymity, belonging, or relief from sharp edges of air, light, and separation. In summary (the literary heart): The passage reflects on life existing fully within its environment, wrapped and sustained by it, and contrasts that with human exposure. The speaker briefly longs for the same kind of enveloping presence—a gentle covering that allows existence without friction, judgment, or dryness. It’s about desire for immersion, protection, and unity, even if only for a moment. (Interpretation by ChatGPT)
Light
Photograph
2023
Creation dateI see the light from your far away places. I rub my eyes open. Finding brightness in spaces. Illuminated and glowing. The valleys and trees. The harbors of roses. The music of breeze. A wind blown oasis. Going inside to find. This message of hope is ever divine. To run through a forest and kneel while I sigh. To realize that wildness is here at my side. A certain emotion is captured quite fast. The two of us playing, Together at last. The gold ink on paper written that day. Spoke words of much love which I now have to say. Emotions addressed for the light in the dark. Your thoughts are my paintings, my hopes and my heart. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Spellbound ( Acoustic) Ghostly Kisses
For more
Photograph
2026
Creation dateMy favorite song lays low in the timbre of grass for him to listen to. The rustle of the wind gives cause to mention the sounds uttered. A voicemail of love. Soft murmurs laying low in the grass. The birds reply. None other then yes in bird song. It is within this pleasure the morning awakens. The sounds of music dressed in green. Particular shades with the wind on their back. The subtle light comes to smile. So says her memory in recall. Her eyes remaining closed. For more. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
Metamorphosis
Photograph
2026
Creation dateSomewhere or another is a human butterfly. Come hither. The bountiful field is in urge. To spread close your wings. With white powder to fly. The flavored air with sweet scent. Arabesque designs of showers from flowered song. Bringing far off melodic verses to rhyme. The vacant stem no longer alone. Aligned with her divine presence. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Let Go - Frou Frou
Three Sisters
Photograph
2026
Creation dateThree sisters noticed in the light of day. Were found in a valley of beauty they say. One spoke in yellow, a gift from the sun. One laughed her message as though just for fun. The third watched them closely and started to sing. The three sisters a blend of a beautiful spring. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Oceans in the Seashells - Shoestrings
Your Eyes Behind Your Hair (lyrics)
Photograph
2026
Creation dateSong Selection Brandi Carlile - The Joke (official Video)
Fragile
Photograph
2026
Creation dateThe planet screams unaware if anyone is listening. I suppose people arrive at some point. All pale and blue. Their sounds of despair are heard. Each mention forms a huge teardrop that becomes a river. The fish who live within are choking. When the water evaporates all that is left is a huge pile of salt. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song selection - Fragile - Sting
All Dreams
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSome dreams you wake up and there they are, apparent, like you bite into an apple and feel the juice burst into your mouth. Other dreams you are sleeping within ‘frames that slide across each other, forming something not yet clear.’ Some dreams occur slowly as I imagine the rocks dream. Some occur quick as a bird swooping downward onto a branch to rest. All dreams are gifts. They are the essence inside us, whether we are asleep or awake. Whether we know them clearly or as a seed not yet opened. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - #9 Dream - Remastered 2010- John Lennon
Do Not Forget
Mixed Media
2026
Creation dateThough men in the mass forget the origins of their need, they still bring wolfhounds into city apartments, where dog and man both sit brooding in wistful discomfort. The magic that gleams an instant between Argos and Odysseus is both the recognition of diversity and the need for affection across the illusions of form. It is nature's cry to homeless, far-wandering, insatiable man: "Do not forget your brethren, nor the green wood from which you sprang. To do so is to invite disaster. Loren Eiseley.
Unto Thee
Photograph
2021
Creation dateIn March 2021, Rattle hosted its monthly Ekphrastic Challenge, inviting poets to respond in verse to a selected piece of visual art. My artwork, Unto Thee was the selected piece by the editor, Timothy Green to which writers responded. As with other months, two winners were chosen: • Artist’s Choice: “Supernatural” by Laura Theis — selected by the artist whose work served as the prompt for March 2021’s challenge. This poem was chosen for the way it creatively engages with and reflects the featured artwork. • Editor’s Choice: “Darling” by Jonathan Langley — selected by Rattle’s editor as the standout response among the submissions. The poem was recognized for its poetic depth and strong connection to the visual art prompt. Each winning poem was published on Rattle.com as part of their ekphrastic series, which pairs visual art prompts with evocative poetry. -https://www.rattle.com/supernatural-by-laura- Comment from the artist, Susy Kamber “I love the intent of the meaning of your poetic response. For me it describes determination. In this instance a belief in ghosts. How does a belief in anything occur? The description paints this ghost-like appearance powerfully enough for me, in such descriptive words, that in the end I might also begin to wonder. Ghosts playing words into a determined desire to have you in their field and maybe that’s something only ghosts can do.” -https://www.rattle.com/darling-by-jonathan-langley Comment from the editor, Timothy Green “A poem is a journey through possibility; it’s a momentary shift in perspective that can contain a whole world. ‘Darling’ is a fine example of this magic at work. It’s also full of the music, with its internal rhyme and repetition, that’s required to cast a spell.” Please follow the link to view all the archived Monthly Ekphrastic Challenges https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
Touch Me
Photograph
2026
Creation dateTouch me in ways the flowers touch. By their scent, their beauty, the way they blow in the wind. Touch me. Be the attitude of the flowers who grace the world naturally. Without eyes to see what they bring. Without a way to smell what they share. Without a notion of their beauty. Touch me. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Mahal - Glass Beams
My Mother’s Dreams
Photograph
2024
Creation dateThe inquisitive little girl listened as her mother spoke to her. She loved her mother’s stories each night before she closed her eyes and fell asleep. They helped her settle into the warm folds of her blanket. As her eyes closed her mother spoke. “Sleeping wind lays its breath on the earth. Quietly turning, moving nothing but herself. No one notices this nascent presence. Her dreams though make wild and blustery sounds. Pushing through window screens and laying those very same dreams on you my dearest.” (The willowy breath sounds from her mother’s lips blow sweetly near her face.) The dim starlight has reasons even though dull. Making shade all the softer and colors not so bold. They waken the night so the dew can be seen. These sleeping reflections are lights for your dream. They swing into movement. They land as a glaze. The dim starlight becomes active for reasons they gave. To awaken what will. The dimness unblind. Sweet dreams come to surface. Very similar to rhymes.” (Mama, tell me more.) “The night flowers catch the shadows and off into the night they lay down sleeping. Asleep there not because of dreams, but because they are together. In the darkened night the shadow’s colors know another. Nightened flowers enlightened by shadows that speak.” (Are the flowers singing?) “Yes, my dear. The music is mind altering, a piece of paper unravels, all the colors inside turning the other way. Addressing the sounds. Becoming muffled, one into another. Another into one. The distance between edges obscure. Powdered pastels form waves. Rising airs reaching heaven from the music.” (Mama, tell me what you dreamt.) ”It was this diagonal dream on a bike. On the ground sleeping soundly. Nothing like being held in a will of its own making. The bike wheels rolling into a Hempstead field gathering up little bits of earthen wear around their tread. I was meant to pick at this dirt and pack it into a pod as I dreamt of overgrown plants that would emerge. Spreading out their tendrils grasping the tree branches for leaves to hold onto. Roots growing deeply into the earth awaiting the watery raindrops’ arrival to quench their thirst. A dreamer’s paradise to watch as I biked through this web of nature. An enlargement of what; I wondered...as always my dreams reveal. Or perhaps the gusty wayward air is a channel to turn on. A tv to look into. A walking girl on her way to see why she is an anemometer. Put into the picture to measure exactly how much wind is needed to open more petals. She wants more petals to open up. To bloom. To fill the air with perfume. She wants the gusty wayward air to do that so everyone can wear a flower. High styled or plain. Peace babies spreading love. Always in my mind this golden yellow party of flowers blowing in a field close to the ocean. A vest for the earth and I. Dance little ones into my heart. (Mama, were you really there in your dream, can I go, too?) ”Yes, my darling little girl, one day you will see the ocean’s waves form eyes of blue. Caresses fashioned by the skies above. Light voiced into shades unbeknownst to man. He touches though their worth and knows the blue bounty of this vision. The waves, the skies forever his hope. His shoe fell off and he left it there as a footprint. Of all the places he traveled and all the dust he moved. All the trampled people he saw. Every sock he wore from drawers that gentle hands had placed within to keep him warm. His footprint a container of time his shoe kept safe. It remains for you.” Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Before the Dawn - Judah Earl
Painted Feeling
Photograph
2025
Creation dateIn the garden with my sleeveless dress on hoping it comes off. Sounding rather risqué, but it’s more just to feel the air touching nothing in between myself and the air now. Maybe women take their dresses off for that reason. In the garden, with my sleeveless dress off, in there by myself, regardless if someone sees. I suppose laying down on top of my discarded dress, looking upwards, feeling so natural is why I went there. Undoing, unknowing, painted feeling. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Out In The Country - Three Dog Night
Written in response to war
Photograph
2026
Creation dateWhat is it that saves humanity from itself? The God messages speaking the faith to listen. The little child growing a long beard far from where he grew up. Singing that long song for others. About faith and loss. About love and hope. About our conscience. I saw the trees forming a river of tears as they were sawed down. Pieces of the wrong human puzzle we put together. I see the weary eyes that stay closed and vacant. Casualties of mankind’s decisions. I know the greyed sky was blue once with white clouds that held galloping horses and brave young men. The clouds have vanished and all that remains are thousands upon thousands of death bomb pictures. Unbearable scars. One, a mother holding tightly to her sobbing child. Many more too difficult to view. We are not saved. We are not saved. We never will be this way. Copyright - Susy Kamber All Rights Reserved Song Selection - War - Edwin Starr
That Rabbit Hole
Photograph
2026
Creation dateEverything that came out of that rabbit hole was different. I don’t know why. Or who built it. But, I had scooped out so many things and each one was different after being there. My brothers didn’t believe me. They chanted, “That’s exactly how it looked. It’s exactly the same. It don’t matter that you found it there. Ain’t nobody made that hole for you.” Sometimes I laid in bed hearing their voices, high and mighty about what they thought. One day they gave me something they told me could never change. “Go try to put that down the rabbit hole, they said. Even you will agree, you’ll see.” So here I am. I don’t believe them. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take. But, I bet it will be different when I come back and scoop it out. Years later I thought to myself that’s why it always was different for me. Because I believed it would change. I became that rabbit hole. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - 311- Amber
Her Daisies to Love
Photograph
2026
Creation dateYou might begin to think of the darkness as her earth brown and green. She...who gathers a vastitude of daisies. And all things that grow tall and bend from the wind. The brilliance of colors turned on stars. In the night sky shaken. Dropping lights from afar. To see her cut out yellow daisies. She placed in a mint green vase. The perfumes intent to find us mingling. As we sip the apples and peaches juiced. Poured into two gold tinged glasses to savor. A drunken potion remains a stain on her lips to kiss. Her daisies to love. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - MOR - Paint it, Black
Ones’ Heart in Love
Photograph
2025
Creation dateEverything in nature is not to be compared To anything other then ones’ heart in love. William Wordsworth Song Selection - Anthem - Dmitry Evgrafov
I Feel
Photograph
2025
Creation dateI don't know how to feel this place. Is it in the dust that exists there, a way to become opaque, unknown and forgotten. A camouflaged person mixed into the earth. Forming me into another part. Is it in the clouds aching to lower themselves, so I can walk through and be mystified, the unknown and forgotten in me awakened. Can I see into the holes without holding a candle? Or just stare at the opening wondering if darkness would turn me black as the night. Now opaque in that form. Yet, in not knowing how to feel this place. The stasis of hope longing to be free, awakens. I touch the dust, I paint the clouds. I sense the holes. I feel. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Nancy Galbraith "Effervescent Air" by Nancy Galbraith features electric Baroque flute, amplified piano, Baroque string orchestra and percussion. World premiere on 15 November 2012. Stephen Schultz (flute), Luz Manriquez (piano), Carnegie Mellon Baroque Orchestra, Daniel Curtis (conductor), Sang Mok Lee (sound design).
A Fleur Being
Photograph
2025
Creation datethe wind brought paint. the sky her water. a paintbrush on hand. the flowers from under, all the trees in full delight. rustling their leaves. in movements so bright. then forward she ventures. along with her muse. her footsteps are patterns. of which she does choose. to dance this young painter. in water awash. she becomes a fleur being. a flower to touch. her muse is in wonder. from this moment he sees. a beautiful flowering portrait to seize. ahhh, is his voice and soft in his manner. her paintbrush now his, they dance with together. under mounds of deep leaves. the light awaits time. the leaves as a blanket. and sunshine as rhyme. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Gonna Fly Now - Theme From “Rocky” - Bill Conti
Written in Places
Photograph
2023
Creation dateIt was going to rain, I knew it, I could smell it in the breeze. The air turns to a certain flavor and you can taste it in your mouth. When I was little I tried to explain that taste. You have to breathe using your mouth and your nose at the same time and I guess it gets into you that way. It’s blue I said, because how best to describe rain. I guess you could say other words to describe the taste, but I was little then and blue was the best word I knew to call it. I would do it with my mouth open and my nose breathing in deep. Even when it wasn’t going to rain, just to practice. Like one is dancing for rain to make it happen. You know it’s working when you get the scent into you and see the people all scrambling around for shelter. Not me, I love the rain as it approaches, it’s not only the smell though. I remember sticking my tongue out and tasting it. Wondering where it came from before I found out. Now, I Ieave my hair there to get all wet from the rain and when no one is looking I put a piece of it in my mouth to taste. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Cherry Blossom Girl - Air
Borrowed Fog Dream
Photograph
2025
Creation dateIf we were to bottle the fog into a small container and gaze at it unopened, Watching the enclosed layered swirls. Wondering if opened would it contain us as a foggy walk through a forest path. Then let me open this wrapped enclosure. For I love a borrowed fog dream of seen air and trees abloom. The misty touch of you. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - Glow - Alexis Ffrench
A Conversation
Photograph
2025
Creation dateA dress with a conversation inside it. Take for instance a bright sunny day and you choose a dress perfect to go along with that. I think I’d choose a soft blue one empire waist style with little flowers in the fabric and nothing else because it would look pretty enough to catch the light as I step out the door. On a bright sunny day a dress probably feels downright cheery, when it goes outside. The last time this dress was worn it had picked up all the scents of the day. If you held it real close you would for sure notice. I remembered it smelled of flowers and the fruit stand I walked by. The peachy smell was there along with an earthy scent because I had been eating one of the peaches I bought when you walked past me. Do people make a scent that attaches to their clothes? I know they do if you get real close to them, but I was just out there with a drippy peach wiping it off the flowers on my dress and I looked up that way and caught your eyes. I really don’t know how you got in my dress, but you did. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Glastonbury, VT Masako
Tai Chi Fairy
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong Selection - Tai Chi - Nine Keith Halligan [Lifestyle Series]
Reflections
Other
2025
Creation dateOver there stood a bank of water. Blues and browns muddled together as twirls of light made their touchdown. The reflection contains sky and leaves. Underneath was another land, a painted place she knew of. Some reflections have other ways of being. Inside her heart as she sat there and watched. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Rene Aubrey - Salento
When You’re Around
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong Selection - Dave Matthews Band, The Best of What’s Around
Artist (En plein air)
Photograph
2025
Creation date“En plein air is the act of painting outdoors. This method contrasts with studio painting or academic rules that might create a predetermined look. The theory of 'En plein air' painting is credited to Pierre-Henri de Valenciennes (1750–1819), first expounded in a treatise titled Reflections and Advice to a Student on Painting, Particularly on Landscape (1800),[2] where he developed the concept of landscape portraiture by which the artist paints directly onto canvas in situ within the landscape. It enabled the artist to better capture the changing details of weather and light. The invention of portable canvases and easels allowed the practice to develop, particularly in France, and in the early 1830s the Barbizon School of painting in natural light was highly influential.[3] Amongst the most prominent features of this school were its tonal qualities, colour, loose brushwork, and softness of form. These were variants that were particularly relevant to the mid 19th-century Hudson River School and to Impressionism.[4]” While biking I photographed and spoke to this painter at a park. Later in the year he brought his work to an event and we were next to each other. This opportunity provided me a chance to show him what I made from the photograph I had taken of him in the park painting En plein air! Song Selection - Mazzy Star, The Avener, Fade Into You - The Avener Rework
Fairies at the Beach
Photograph
2025
Creation dateSong selection - Ray of Light - Brendon Kirksaether
Fairy in Sepia Collage
Photograph
2025
Creation dateThis fairy was composed of photographs of fabric for her body and her wings from a butterfly. The background was shot at a beautiful setting of flowers close to where I live. The head was problematic and I ended up composing from the surrounding area around the piece. This very much is a composition similar to working with materials layering them, recomposing and looking carefully at the composition. In this case I am using my photography to do this, very similar to collage.
Not What You Were
Photograph
2025
Creation dateIn a meadow far from home, lies a force to which I’m drawn. Deep inside this place of grace blooms a heavenly color’s face. Yellows strong and greens with depth. The graceful field the silence left. As though a concert stilled its players. As they listened to the air. Then they played the music after. Frolicking notes alive so clear. This force of nature spoke a rhythm. Colors strong brought forth their light. The silence opened up a message. Vibrations felt throughout the night. Many hear the music found. From the meadow’s misty sound. In the meadow, now my home. The source of splendor I have known. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Music suggestion - Passionflower, Jon Gomm
