Posted by Susana Roque on Thursday, May 11, 2017,
murals
We put mural installations up on a wall as an act of
remembrance. Traditionally, they have been used in the urban landscape
for historical or political reasons. Murals bring our personal ideas
into the collective memory in the public sphere. People want to remember
a part of themselves in public and speak about it. Nobody wants to be
anonymous to themselves or to others in what is around them since it is a
form of estrangement. We are a part of the buildings and objects
around u...
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 Sunday, May 11, 2014,
Fading was the summer breeze,
the city lights down below,
the neon signs flashing,
and the reflections of casual traffic
below the SFU Pub
into particles and rays of lights
as I slowly began to open my eyes
and saw us dancing
faster and faster
to the fiddling and drums
of the music
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Posted by Susana Roque on Saturday, May 10, 2014,
out of the darkness
there was a puff of smoke
emerging
as if a small ball of light had been thrown out of nowhere
opening
was a firebird
becoming a brilliant light
dancing
stamped in the clouds like a heavenly logo
with wings that lit up the sky
rasberry red
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,
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Inside the heart of our silence, we can hear a bird singing on a tree as if it were a part of ourselves with an innocence that is as clear as crystal. Without speaking, they teach us what we can become. Animals connect us to parts of ourselves, angles that do not always have a voice or a definition yet,but always remind us that the best of who we are does not necessarily have any limitations. Animals t...
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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,
The life that supports our breath, one after the other, is brilliant. It leaves masterpies in abundance. This creative symphony which is moving everywhere without a trace is backed up by an imagination which teaches us to love and care for what we see and enjoy it. It leaves its memories, on the surface of the earth, in the spirit of play.
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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,
