Category Archives: Creative Process
Rain this morning. Delicious. Now the sun. It makes me glow. Heightened awareness. Okay so what’s that about….oh I just had an epiphany yesterday and suddenly — profoundly –realized in a somewhat much clearer way than ever before….that all I need to do is show up for me. No matter how desolate things can be, no matter how tremendous the challenges of every day health, work stuff, relationship fluctuations, etc etc etc — My real work is simply me. And once I put that front and center I truly believe I can do, achieve, create whatever I intend. It’s freeing to live in accord with my own true self. This is where I begin front and center and this is where I may serve through my art. May I open my heart wide to those closest and those on the street — to begin again and again.
I tend to make intentions rather than resolutions these years. I do keep the list and reference back and am happy to know I met my challenges and goals and oh sure there are those that fell to the wayside. That’s okay. It’s all okay.
A highlight of last year was being trained as a Friendship Line volunteer to answer calls from mostly seniors who basically need a friend on the other end of a line. I have one amazing 96- year-old-woman who regularly states her wish at this stage of her life is to keep learning and to keep reaching out to make new friends. She lost several of her best buds last month and I can feel the heaviness of her heart as her voice quivers talking about their treasured times.
And then there’s a young chap making his way through his disability and still holding hope high in each of his days. He shares his poetry with me. We laugh together, trade stories and basically feel a human being right there through a telephone.
This year I want to keep showing up and stretching and moving to the rhythm of what is before me and inside of me. I’d like my art to take a dive into a new layer in my heart perhaps to reveal a hidden landscape. Wonders abound. It is a New Year.
My first photo essay column on Medium.com on the impact of Gloria Steinem’s actions and words. I shot one photograph 45 years ago and the others a few months ago. Her impact remains powerful. Thanks for taking a look and following me for future words.
I am learning – goodness me – over and over again – to experience the complexities of my life on different levels. Perhaps that it because I rise and fall and wallow in the in-betweens and then shift and move again in a new direction.
The rumbles are part of the big messy-like picture – and my mirror is spring with its unpredictability. It echoes the curvatures of my inner landscape.
All I need do is buckle up for the ride.
And continue to recalibrate so I may dive deeper in a new arena with the knowledge that creativity is my arsenal of pure energy. I need only to tap it gently to get the wheels in motion.
Life is fascinating in a myriad of ways. Probably my biggest lesson of late is the companion of my breath and its miraculous powers to settle me. (take five)
We’re in for rocky rides these days. My camera shoots what it will and sometimes it’s a blur of unsettledness and I know when I witness the image I just shot, it is a container of currents awakening me to new tunes.
And so is this season of Spring.
So much chatter going on these days in all areas of our world. I read the other day how important it is to sharpen our “response abilities.” Respond in a fashion that takes us to a different place rather than reacting right away. It’s so easy to just react. I find I’m hitting that pause button more and more.
The ocean is such an anchor for me. I give so much gratitude for being able to witness the mighty sea at almost any day I choose. And it helps remind me to be okay with all the changes. There’s an ebb and flow to everything. I grab my camera and just go.
Welcome to the official launch of the Facebook Business Profile of Suzie Biehler Photography. My photographic trajectory began around age 13 when my Dad became my catalyst for an inspiring path of following the light, the shadows, the action, the moments that fell ever so gracefully though the lens of my camera.
Repeatedly I am nudged by my inner muse that I “become” over and over again. I muzzle through the passages. Days I feel on fire – or times when my allusiveness distracts me and I retreat. The wisdom of age saves me and alerts me a new moment, a new day is imminent.
I’ve been writing this blog for a number of years. (You can stroll through the archives for a peek). Due time I step out and show up to you, my friends and new friends and colleagues and family and artists of all mediums.
I encourage you to visit my site, explore, read, be inspired and let me know your favorite image. This one here is one of mine — it echoes my state of becoming with its rippled textures of pure earth and sea.
Thank you for joining me on this creative wave of exploration.
As the temps slide down I find myself squirming to locate my nestling spot. There’s so much to do and be done and it’s the holidays and this and that and and…wait stop. Take a breath. Been quite the busy year. And goodness me, I crossed over to a new chapter…marriage. My love, my anchor, now borders me in ways beyond comprehension and I find myself smiling inside and out. And, more importantly, the desire to go deeper…in my work, relationships, service, and at the top of the list, my ART.
Daily I point my camera/ phone at even the simplest of subjects. I allow the motion to keep pushing me forward and hold the vision a new body of work emerges. I know I am a vessel and my daily practice is to allow the expansion in its own time. And in the interim I just keep toe-stepping to the dance.
Sound like a good idea? I woke up swimming in all “this and that” and decided it was time to enforce my restraining order on fear, stress, et all.
So be it. It’s in place. My camera has days when it sits on my shoulder waiting -wanting – attempting to move in any direction of action. Like the water trickling down the rock to meet other rocks, sometimes the movement is just what it is – barely movable. And other days, like this morning, when the mind is so active, I shoot a picture in my mind of this image — slow trickle. Ease into the day and allow action at its due time.