Another little pandemic piece. I’m trying to realign me senses to the new reality. It feels like it’s still shifting and I’m in a permanent state of vertigo. My studio has become my refuge. An island that has remained unchanged. Here I can safely unravel, breathe and allow my intuition to guide the next step.
Aquamarine sword and heart nourished by spirit from oceans love provider of life, sustaining her soul sheathed with courage from scales of gold endless gems in waters deep bountiful harvest from mind’s belief blessings to night’s first star of rock pools, ocean’s love and sandy paths. Suzi xo
Embrace your sadness and transmute your lead into gold. Tell your stories, accept the randomness of your thoughts and add your layers of emotional spontaneity unquestioningly to your work. It is the layers, each tiny touch, that in the end creates the beauty of the whole. Suzanne Novak
It’s a haunting that has been growing stronger inside of me. A feeling that has now manifested as a question I keep asking myself. Where do I belong? Of late my days have had an edge of surrealism to them. A sense of wonder in the magical places I have found myself and the people…