Posted by Susana Roque on Tuesday, May 9, 2017,
Vancouver (Intersection at 4th and Burrard Street):
http://www.sketchbookcommunications.com/preview&id=29
If you walk by this corner of 4th and Burrard, you might see some grass, bits of twigs and a large tree. To see this you might need to look past your definition of “an empty lot.” To see nature a bit further, you might need to look at it for a longer time , through your own eyes, so that what it means to you depends on your own experience of it rather than on a generic existing definit...
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Posted by Susana Roque on Saturday, October 15, 2016,
Sketchbook Communications :
www.sketchbookcommunications.com
What do you see when you open a sketchbook ?
Is it a history book, a diary or a quiet promise of something new that is coming in the world that has not yet come, a present of some sort ? With enough courage, I suppose scribbles do unfold valiantly and give a new shape to this world. Perhaps, it is the idea that something new come out of nowhere and that it renews us that fascinates us.
A sketchook is a hearth, and adventure and a sec...
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Posted by Susana Roque on Saturday, January 30, 2016,
Posted by Susana Roque on Tuesday, May 20, 2014,
at first you looked almost like a rock
only more driven and determined
silent and unpredictable
ready to open
inside the most ordinary and brilliant wrapping
a bouquet, a truffle or a secret
usually unannounced
with no ribbons
bulb
Posted by Susana Roque on Sunday, May 18, 2014,
In between what we know
casual
not in a place
but in a moment
in a haze
as the eyelids begins to open
until they are just about opened
in between knowledge and rubbish
an instant where we keep and discard
that urban space of existence
speed
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Posted by Susana Roque on Sunday, May 18, 2014,
....faster than what we can adapt to ?
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Posted by Susana Roque on Thursday, May 8, 2014,
her day started to fade into a dream again
ink reassembled and dispersed for interpretation
the patterns appeared
with their busy streets, detours and noise
shifting and moving around
slowly re-enacting the sounds
of the Salish stage
Posted by Susana Roque on Saturday, May 3, 2014,
Look at me
But don't look at me
love and hate me
stay in between
spin
I'm your pie, your puff of smoke and your baby
one more time
smack
and the door opens again
but you do not look
at the consequences spiralling
at that face you do not want to see
that tells you that..
pleasure is a farce
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Posted by Susana Roque on Saturday, May 3, 2014,
Posted by Susana Roque on Friday, May 2, 2014,
Posted by Susana Roque on Friday, May 2, 2014,
I am hoping to find a front row view
as the formations of dirt
and the particles in the air
settle in their timely yet unpredictable matter
into a form
with the self-determined conviction of
all that is new
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Posted by Susana Roque on Wednesday, April 30, 2014,
