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Susan Cushing

@sdcushing.bsky.social

#EastCoastKin Arts Collective member #BlueBrew Coffeehouse Host Relentless arts and photography advocate. Eclectic and inveterate sharer. Retired arts administrator. Former dancer. Occasional quilter. Bookish. β™ŽοΈ πŸ³οΈβ€πŸŒˆ πŸ³οΈβ€βš§οΈ LGBTQIA+ friendly

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Thank you A.! It was so awfully scary at the time. I don’t know if I e gotten stronger, but I would hope so! πŸ’™

07.10.2025 15:54 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Yes! Dogs definitely intimidate the reckless! rawr!

07.10.2025 15:48 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Petie. That is one I’ll never forget.

07.10.2025 15:47 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Stephanie! It was pretty intimidating at the time.

07.10.2025 15:46 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

It was at the time. I remember every second of it, many years later.. Thank you Trip πŸ«‚

07.10.2025 15:45 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

You’re right. In retrospect, they weren’t important. Thank you, Dwight!
I got a Vizsla. Just enough of a dog πŸ• to be intimidating.

07.10.2025 15:43 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

🫣 It was, Liv! 🫢

07.10.2025 15:39 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Jean. I feel sure this only built their courage. 😑 But yes, the dog was a great help to me. 😊

07.10.2025 15:38 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you KristinRuth. I wished at the time for someone to step in, but I think you’re right. The witnesses kept me from a worse fate!

07.10.2025 15:35 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Indeed. I should have been more careful, but I barely thought it through, as I should have, in advance.

07.10.2025 15:32 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Yup. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. 😬

07.10.2025 15:30 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you for your kindness, Al. Scary stuff!

07.10.2025 15:25 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Hello Radareyda! Good to see you! Here’s the coffee you requested! β˜•οΈ ✨

07.10.2025 15:24 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Mimi! A great Tuesday to you too! I just was just off posting my little story. πŸ˜… β˜•οΈ 🫢 😊 See you around #TheCampfire! πŸ”₯

07.10.2025 15:22 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Good morning, YourMoonliness! Thank you for your good wishes, and enjoy your half-caf β˜•οΈ ✨ πŸ€—

07.10.2025 15:18 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
I went back to school for a master’s degree at the New School for Social Research, found an apartment just up the street on 5th Avenue. I was thrilled to be on my own, making my own choices.

So it was my choice to go out one night to a deli to get - cookies. I had to walk just  one long block to 6th Avenue to deal with my Famous Amos craving. 

The single block I was walking was (fairly) well lit, and full of doormen. I headed out my doorway, jaywalked across the street. 

Soon after, I heard footsteps come around the corner behind me. They seemed odd. The footsteps paced mine exactly. I slowed to let the people pass me, but the footsteps were gone. 

I continued on. The footsteps began again, perfectly set to my gait. I knew I was in trouble, but saw the doormen and other people around.

Suddenly, I was pinned to a tree. Two teenaged boys. One held me close, told me there was a knife at my throat. They took my watch, my wedding rings. One touched my chest, tenderly as a boyfriend, felt my necklace. Yanked at it with enough force that it broke. 

β€œWhat do you have in your pockets?” By now, there were sirens nearing. I gave them my cash, feared they would want my keys, but it was too late for them. The boy standing in front of me said, β€œKiss me, baby”. I complied. It was over.

They took off swiftly for the 6th Ave subway as standers-by surrounded me and I collapsed to my knees, overwhelmed. β€œDid you know those boys?” they asked harshly, incredulous. Police arrived quickly. With a short description, they ran for the subway. The boys were long gone.

I called my ex-husband from a nearby phone. He was unsympathetic. Police got me home. No cookies for me.

Is there any good buried in this story? Yes! A couple weeks earlier, I had returned a family heirloom ring to my husband, as I was uncomfortable wearing it. 

One disaster averted. 

Lessons learned?

Wear no jewelry (I had none left).
Don’t walk alone at night.
Get a big dog.
Shortly thereafter, I had a new friend.

I went back to school for a master’s degree at the New School for Social Research, found an apartment just up the street on 5th Avenue. I was thrilled to be on my own, making my own choices. So it was my choice to go out one night to a deli to get - cookies. I had to walk just one long block to 6th Avenue to deal with my Famous Amos craving. The single block I was walking was (fairly) well lit, and full of doormen. I headed out my doorway, jaywalked across the street. Soon after, I heard footsteps come around the corner behind me. They seemed odd. The footsteps paced mine exactly. I slowed to let the people pass me, but the footsteps were gone. I continued on. The footsteps began again, perfectly set to my gait. I knew I was in trouble, but saw the doormen and other people around. Suddenly, I was pinned to a tree. Two teenaged boys. One held me close, told me there was a knife at my throat. They took my watch, my wedding rings. One touched my chest, tenderly as a boyfriend, felt my necklace. Yanked at it with enough force that it broke. β€œWhat do you have in your pockets?” By now, there were sirens nearing. I gave them my cash, feared they would want my keys, but it was too late for them. The boy standing in front of me said, β€œKiss me, baby”. I complied. It was over. They took off swiftly for the 6th Ave subway as standers-by surrounded me and I collapsed to my knees, overwhelmed. β€œDid you know those boys?” they asked harshly, incredulous. Police arrived quickly. With a short description, they ran for the subway. The boys were long gone. I called my ex-husband from a nearby phone. He was unsympathetic. Police got me home. No cookies for me. Is there any good buried in this story? Yes! A couple weeks earlier, I had returned a family heirloom ring to my husband, as I was uncomfortable wearing it. One disaster averted. Lessons learned? Wear no jewelry (I had none left). Don’t walk alone at night. Get a big dog. Shortly thereafter, I had a new friend.

#TheCampfire

LESSONS

A couple of years after moving to NYC from Mpls, my marriage strangled on its own rope. (My fault entirely - another story.)

I needed a new place to live, a new life. I continued, of course, my career in dance.

Go to ALT

(Photo is of a hand with a blurred wedding ring.)

07.10.2025 15:12 β€” πŸ‘ 16    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 11    πŸ“Œ 0

It’s my pleasure, Alan! 😊 🫢

07.10.2025 14:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Good morning, Dwight! Wow, what a busy morning! I’ve done nothing but drink coffee and admire BlueSky πŸ˜‚.

Now off to work on TheCampfire.

I hope you have a wonderful day too! β˜•οΈ ✨

07.10.2025 14:35 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Sunrise at Stonehenge today (7th October) was at 7.14am, sunset is at 6.31pm

07.10.2025 10:52 β€” πŸ‘ 34    πŸ” 9    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Italy. Sicily. 1964.

@Ferdinando Scianna.

07.10.2025 12:07 β€” πŸ‘ 20    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Roxana Halls,
Laughing While Conducting - Fan, 2022,
contemporary UK painter #WomensArt

07.10.2025 12:48 β€” πŸ‘ 164    πŸ” 14    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 1
In Irene and Her Sister, Lempicka transforms familial intimacy into a scene of theatrical elegance. The Declair sistersβ€”her own cousinsβ€”are rendered with the stylized precision and emotional ambiguity characteristic of Lempicka’s best work. Irene, with eyes rolled heavenward, evokes the ecstatic expressions found in Baroque saintly portraits, blending innocence with a subtle hint of dramatized mysticism. Her sister, more grounded in her gaze, provides a visual counterbalance, anchoring the composition in the realm of the real. The painting radiates a quiet reverence, not just for the subjects, but for the layered bonds of kinship and the inner worlds that flicker just behind their eyes.

In Irene and Her Sister, Lempicka transforms familial intimacy into a scene of theatrical elegance. The Declair sistersβ€”her own cousinsβ€”are rendered with the stylized precision and emotional ambiguity characteristic of Lempicka’s best work. Irene, with eyes rolled heavenward, evokes the ecstatic expressions found in Baroque saintly portraits, blending innocence with a subtle hint of dramatized mysticism. Her sister, more grounded in her gaze, provides a visual counterbalance, anchoring the composition in the realm of the real. The painting radiates a quiet reverence, not just for the subjects, but for the layered bonds of kinship and the inner worlds that flicker just behind their eyes.

Tamara de Lempicka :
Irene and Her Sister, 1925

Oil on canvas
146 Γ— 89 cm | 57 1/2 Γ— 35 in

Further description in the alt text πŸ‘‡

07.10.2025 13:10 β€” πŸ‘ 13    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
River at Night, 2018, oil on canvas.

Wong’s deeply evocative blue paintings, of intimate interior scenes and luscious nocturnal landscapes, from his Blue Series made between 2017 and 2019.

Wong’s Blue Series paintings are notable for their saturated and richly varied blue palette and pervasive sense of melancholy, enhanced by solitary figures. The striking compositions reflect Wong’s technique of flattening the depth of space between the foreground and background with deft combinations of wet and dry brushwork. From monumental oils on canvas to smaller gouache and watercolor paintings, this body of work reveals Wong’s intimate and intense meditations on blue that is, as essayist Nancy Spector writes, β€œas much a mood as it is a color.”

River at Night, 2018, oil on canvas. Wong’s deeply evocative blue paintings, of intimate interior scenes and luscious nocturnal landscapes, from his Blue Series made between 2017 and 2019. Wong’s Blue Series paintings are notable for their saturated and richly varied blue palette and pervasive sense of melancholy, enhanced by solitary figures. The striking compositions reflect Wong’s technique of flattening the depth of space between the foreground and background with deft combinations of wet and dry brushwork. From monumental oils on canvas to smaller gouache and watercolor paintings, this body of work reveals Wong’s intimate and intense meditations on blue that is, as essayist Nancy Spector writes, β€œas much a mood as it is a color.”

A Dream, 2019. Oil on canvas, 177.8 x 203.2 cm.

A Dream, 2019. Oil on canvas, 177.8 x 203.2 cm.

Untitled, 2018

(Moonlight coming into a room thru a window)

Untitled, 2018 (Moonlight coming into a room thru a window)

It's going to be a "Matthew Wong" kind of day.

Matthew Wong, was a burgeoning artist early in his career, whose brilliantly colored pictures have reinvigorated landscape painting in recent years, in tones that can feel playful, mystical, and elegiac, often all at once.

More info in 1st alt text πŸ‘‡

07.10.2025 13:28 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Portrait of N. Svendonskaya | Aristarkh Lentulov

07.10.2025 13:45 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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a cup of coffee is sitting on top of a maple leaf . ALT: a cup of coffee is sitting on top of a maple leaf .

Good morning! Listening to the newest Hives album while drinking my morning coffee. Hope you find your happy place today. πŸ˜Šβ˜•οΈπŸ

07.10.2025 13:54 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

My pleasure Kevin!

07.10.2025 14:17 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

It’s my pleasure, lauren!

07.10.2025 14:16 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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View from the ER103 road towards Faial
Santana, Island of Madeira, Portugal

#Photography #Photographie #Photo #Photos #Paysage #Landschaft #Scape #Landscape #Landscapephotography #Nature #Naturephotography #Outdoor #Outdoorphotography #Travel #Travelphotography #Madeira #Portugal
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07.10.2025 11:29 β€” πŸ‘ 79    πŸ” 13    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0
A deep purple cactus dahlia that has gradients to white on the petal edges.

A deep purple cactus dahlia that has gradients to white on the petal edges.

#prettypurple #dahlias #flowers #bloomscrolling #flowerfeed #flowerreport #gardening #photography

07.10.2025 11:39 β€” πŸ‘ 174    πŸ” 17    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0
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Stack of plastic chairs - Sitges, Spain

#chair #stack #pattern #classicMono

07.10.2025 12:27 β€” πŸ‘ 51    πŸ” 8    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 1

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