Suzanne Rose


Moments of Being

This series examines beauty through the soft lens of memory found in everyday moments. These images contemplate the themes of love, longing, grief, and the innate desire to be truly seen. In the wake of leaving behind a beloved home and a marriage — both built on well-laid plans — I turned to Elizabeth Bishop’s poem,
One Art, as a guide through loss, seeking to redefine where a woman’s true value resides.
This body of work reflects the beauty found within the walls of a home I cherished for nearly three decades —
a place that I loved as much as its occupants.
Through this transition, one truth has become strikingly clear: beauty, particularly in the eyes of the beholder, is never solely housed in the exterior. Instead, a woman’s worth is the sum of her inner strength and the depth of her lived experiences. As Bishop’s poem reminds us, “the art of losing isn’t hard to master”— my youth, like the brick and mortar, is gone. As is he. Yet what endures are the memories — but it is the in-between moments of stillness, where I was simply myself: authentic, uninterrupted, and whole.
In the aftermath of loss and upheaval, it becomes essential that these private moments are preserved and stand resistant to the overriding echoes of the past storm. For it is within these recollections are everyday acts – in their simplicity and repetition – beyond the male gaze – are luxuries savored. And in the end, these moments, woven together, stand as undeniable evidence of a life lived with grace and intent
It has been said, in difficult times carry something beautiful in your heart.
For beauty serves as the ultimate antidote.

 



poem, installation & press

One Art

By Elizabeth Bishop


The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.


Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.


I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


Zolla Lieberman Gallery Installation

New Art Examiner Review



  • Momemnts of Being - Anniversary
  • Anniversary
  • Moments of Being - Coffee Break
  • Coffee Break
  • Moments of Being - In Thought
  • In Thought
  • Momemnts of Being - Anniversary
  • Undressing
  • Moments of Being - Roses
  • Roses
  • Moments of Being - Cup of Tea
  • Cup of Tea
  • Moments of Being - Champagne
  • Champagne
  • Moments of Being - Brushwork
  • Brushwork
  • Momemnts of Being - Bath
  • Bath
  • Momemnts of Being - Peice of Cake
  • Piece of Cake
  • Moments of Being - Letter
  • Letter
  • Moments of Being - Newspaper
  • Newspaper (Sunday New York Times on Tuesday)
  • Momemnts of Being - Peeling Apples for Pie
  • Peeling Apples for Pie
  • Moments of Being - On His Side of the Bed
  • On His Side of the Bed
  • Moments of Being - Good Book
  • Good Book