Def­i­n­i­tion of Par­al­lel Syn­chro­nized Randomness

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Okay, I use the term lightly, the PSR of my assemblage art projects. But it's not a triple-threat made in Dead Mule Studio, it truly has a mathematical purpose, a reason for existence. I learned of it in "The Science of Sleep" - an extraordinary and simultaneously disturbing and brilliant movie. ... read more

One-​Girl Band with Floogle Horn Attachment

I was a one-girl band in the mid-1960s. My parents somehow procured an entire "band" which could be strapped to one's chest and hung over shoulders. The front contained a washboard with a scrub brush, a floogle horn-type assemblage, lots of cymbals, , a bicycle horn, spoons and the rear assembly could be activated with a lever. I don't remember what all was included, just how wonderful the entire ensemble sounded to my seven-year-old ears. ... read more

Shel­ter Island vs Rodeo

Well, the rodeo won out, with Shelter Island viewing coming in on Monday instead of today. We're going to the Bob Martin Agri Center and I'm hoping the sights and scenes will provide much artistic fodder. Artists and writers must get out of the studio and observe, duh... of course you know that, but for me the real treat is in observing and photographing those who dwell outside my comfort zone. ... read more

He was gone before he even got here.

Growing up, our house was filled with scraps of paper. Notes from people, newspaper clippings, ideas jotted on the backs of envelopes. An ephemera house. Stuck in between the pages of books, like little truth or fiction bonuses - notes of the day, newspaper clippings, bookmarks made by preschoolers, lists of all kinds. ... read more