Suzanne
16 members found (show all)
-
Suzanne German
United Kingdom
-
Suzanne Forbes...
United Kingdom
-
Suzanne Opitz
Australia
190 creative works found
-
I liked the way the clouds reflected onto the mirror facade of this tall tower building. The blues set it off for me – really like these shades of blue and the softness of the fluffy white clouds gave it an almost surreal feeling for me. / This was taken in St Julian’s, Portomaso – Malta Oct 2007.
-
acrylics on glass – photographed through macro lens.
-
canal – prague – canon digital.
-
pink admiral (c) Copyright – Suzanne German – 2008.to Sold another one today – to KarenTownsend – thanks so much that’s two cards sold in under 5 minutes!!! woo hoo!!!! a delighted / Suzanne :))
-
Taken at The Canal – Waltham Cross – Hertfordshire, England in 2006.
-
Lover
by Suzanne GermanYour eyes that reach and touch my soul / Until they go right through me
This poem represents for me, a personal experience which marked the turning point of a huge learning curve for me in my life. Intially turned my life upside down, and, eventually, allowing me to understand and learn from my past and present by stepping backwards to claim the future. Suzanne / 18th May 2008
-
Water Symphony
by Suzanne GermanSwirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t conscio…
This is about blending body mind and spirit and transporting to another level of consciousness.
-
Anima and Animus in Love
by Suzanne GermanListen to me she beckons. Not everything can be mastered by your mind. You are using the wrong tools. I come from a place inside you wher…
Anima and Animus are the terms for male & female aspects of personality, C.G. Jung. / In this story I have used the characters of a man and woman falling in love and the repercussions in dialogue to depict this.
-
This picture was taken from Valletta – a very high point on the island. Ahead are the three cities with original bastions and canons still in place. / The blue of the sea is genuine – no editting – just gorgeous mediterranean sea. / The place is Malta.
-
“Collaboration” I peer into the swirling inviting greenish blue. Water pumping, filling. I edge my right foot in, my toe makes contact. Turn the taps off. I slide in. Inside now, my body contained. An embryonic sensation. I take it in, luxuriantly. I immerse my mind and it joins my body. I lay back; my head resting on a soft rolled towel, on the edge of a long, deep, hot bath. I breathe in deeply and exhale even more slowly. I like the way my body rises and falls in the water with my breath. A sigh emerges that releases me from the external and draws me inward. Hot steamy air is heavy, sweet with the scent of lavender, orange blossom and sandalwood oils. I notice how slippery my skin is. I love the way the oil slicks against me. This heady potion sends me into another space. Soft, surreal, sensual. I notice, briefly, that I am floating in the hot water. Arms, legs, torso, all my body floating. My body joins my mind, in that special space. Being and not being at the same time. Switch off external. Tune in internal. Another place another world another time. My mind drifts, sinks, rests. I can hear my heart beat inside my body, thuds travel though the water reverberating and through my skin and into my mind’s ears. Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t consciously. Breathing deep, slow, full, and complete. The steamy heat causes dewy beads to form on my face. They get larger then trickle down and drip into the water. Tiny little sounds. It feels good. Purging, cleansing, sensual. / I ask myself how far can I go? Sinking deeper, feeling hotter. How hot, how far is ok? I relish the intensity in this question. I begin to sink into almost unconscious ecstasy. The heat, the smells, the feel of the water against my body, the oiliness and the steam. All intoxicating, I am intoxicated. My body now motionless, whole, empty and full. My mind is smiling. My hands move gently in the water creating a gentle resistance. Small rippling sounds emanate. / My finger tips rest and move against my skin. The oil makes them slide more than usual, ever so gently ever so intently. I am aware that I am somewhere, but I don’t know where. I see my face, but I am not there with it. A sense of attachment through quiet detachment simultaneously. My mind’s eye travels ,wonders to delightful thoughts and far away places. Minutes go by, slowly. The pleasure intensifies. Senses heightened, mind immersed, body receptive, connection completed. Moments accelerate. Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata, enters my mind…I hear it, I touch it, it moves me deeply. It seeps into me. It is inside me. I feel its power. It fills me and becomes me. Its beauty and depth astonish me as always leaving me breathless and heady and weak. I surrender. We are a travelling duo and yet move as one. Our orchestral music, emotion, passion. First; Allegro ma non troppo . Then crescendo, Now performance is complete. Heaven’s destination reached. The moon’s sonata and the companion rest. Words © Copyright – Suzanne German – 11th January, 2008 Image copyright © 2008, Shanina Conway. / Reproduction, displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited You can read more of Suzanne’s enticing work here
-
This is outside some shops in inner Cambridge – just off Newmarket Road – a 5 minute walk from where I live. / It’s funny how I’d never even noticed it m- have parked my car and walked into Boots or Argos dozens of times in the past 12 months and never noticed it! / I like the contrasting rust, blue, black, watery look. Ciao Belli! / Suzanne
-
Timeless Connection
by Suzanne German...Where freedom propels feeling / Desire creates truth / And truth becomes reality…
A question about the Boundaries of Love
-
Water Symphony Card
-
Poste Vecie, Venice, Italy.
-
Taken in Ely – at nightfall…the setting sun was momentarily hidden behind this sign and I though it looked awesome – nothing has been touched in this shot – completely natural….which i found amazing to be in at the time.
-
Letting Go
by Suzanne GermanTo let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can’t do it for someone else
August 2007 This is a piece about ‘letting go’. It is not meant to blame or victimise – to accuse or destroy. / It is aimed at looking at ways to be constructive at an intersection in life. Hope and courage replacing anger and resentment…..understanding and care changing the way a process can be positively transforming not soul destroying. Deconstruction of an existing construct is sometimes required in order to re-construct. De-construction is not the same as Destruction.
-
I Am - You Are
by Suzanne GermanIf I am night – you are my moon / If I am day – you are my sun / If I am ocean – you are my tide / If I am rain – you are my rainbow
-
Losing Eileen
by Suzanne GermanI immediately remember thinking, “I wasn’t a child – I was a grown up”.
A story about Eileen – about knowing her – loving her – losing her – remembering her – honouring her. / She is my mother.
-
A Moonbeam Across Your Face
by Suzanne GermanLike birds they are so gentle and precious, our souls. If I travel your depths and embrace your soul will you give succour to mine when I…
-
Zero Point / ............................................................................. / Scene I – Two friends talking: (one friend is A and the other S) S: You could say Nihilism is a world view – but it’s really a denial of everything. / A: Even knowledge? / S: Even Existence! / Nothing has meaning; no knowledge, no ethics, no beauty, no reality, / Yet when you think about it… / It’s only a short walk from Naturalism! A: Sounds more like a jump off a cliff!! It seems such a long way from the factual reasoning of naturalism. Fogetting, for the moment, your claim that there is no real base in naturalism. S: For human value; naturalists, generally do have a high regard for humans. / We’re the only self-conscious self-determined beings in the universe, / Rulers of all… Free even to control the future of our own evolution: / What more could a body ask for? / If you really want to know – and many do not, because where you stopped is a popular place to stop. You could go back to the point you decided to forget for the moment. A: There is no base for all these assumptions, about human value; / And besides, the notion of extinction at death is so disturbing / It undermines the point of living. Nihilism, is the natural child of Naturalism. S: Remember, naturalists hold that matter is all there is, So we are matter only. They say the Cosmos is a closed system of cause and effect, yet they try to hold on to human freedom. ............. Scene II (Friends eating sandwiches, drinking coffee and doing philosophy.) S: I want a sandwich. I can buy one, or if I choose to, I can steal it! / I am self-determined, but then I think – “Am I?” / ...If I am simply the product of genetic make-up and the effect of my environment, / Then I am purely the result of the past over which… (coffee time again) ... A: I appear to be free, but really, events occur because other events occured, like dominoes. Freedom is an illusion. We just don’t know what “caused” us to decide! S: Does a person act on the world or does the world act on a person? A: So , we can’t be held responsibe for our actions. Some would even say that the genuinely new is the product of chance. That life, for instance, emerges from the co-operation of chance and necessity over eons of time. Whether or not we are products of chance or of pre-determined forces, we are machines, and that’s no basis for significant human action. S: But what is chance? It could simply be a bigger domino we can’t see, or just plain irrational: ~ causeless and purposeless ~ it’s there. But it might not have been! Charles Darwin believed …The horrid doubt always arises whether the convictions of man’s mind, which has developed from the mind of the lower animals, are of any value or at all trustworthy.” A: Amazing! We’re not only boxed in by our past, ~ our origins in inanimate matter..we’re boxed in by our present as thinkers! But any argument to check the validity of an argument is itself an argument ~ which could be mistaken! S: It’s like a dog chasing its tail. But viturally nobody is a fully paid-up nihilist. / I’m simply showing the irony. / Naturalism, born in the Age of Enlightenment, was launched on the belief in the human ability to know; yet it leads to nihilism because they have no basis for confidence in their knowing. A: The skeptic is never for real. The skeptic stands, cocktail in hand, left arm draped langourously on one end of the mantelpiece, telling you that we can’t be sure of anything, not even of our own existence. / I’ll give you my secret method of demolishing universal skepticism in four words:- / Whisper: – “You’ve got lipstick on your teeth.”, or “You’ve spilt your drink” If knowledge is so all-fired impossible, why do they always look? S: But…There are some frightening implications in all this…If you seriously believe you cannot know, you’re in deep trouble! You simply couldn’t function! Yet, it is the logical conclusion. A: But you and I are more likely to meet the half-baked skeptic than the real cases; there’s just too much evidence that knowledge is possible. S: What we need is a way to explain why we have it! (the two friends now mimic a drum roll drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…da da da da da da!!!!) S announces to A after a moment of thought:- “I saw a human pursuing the horizon; / Round and round they sped. / (the human and the horizon that is) / I was disturbed at this; / I accosted the human. / “It is futile,” I said, “You can never – “You lie the human cried, / And ran on.” / (C) Copyright – Suzanne German – 9th December 2007.
-
pink flower – photographed acrylic painting on glass -through macro lens.
-
Connecting Space
by Suzanne GermanSenses, minds connect like constellating stars in a galaxy. / In our space. / In our time.
A cyber erotic poem about connecting and transcending the boundaries of time and space.
-
(SOLD) mounted print Kings College – Cambridge It is indeed a college for kings! majestic and regal and enormous and well – stunning – the entire street stands beneath it quite humbled!
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
You can buy their stuff
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
Risk Free Returns
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
About RedBubble
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 123,900 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Join In
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.