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Mom talked to me today. I know, she’s dead. The empty chair in the kitchen reminds me. Today when my arthri­tis got the bet­ter of me, I began to despair of ever hav­ing a nor­mal day, a reg­u­lar day with­out the req­ui­site two hours of wak­ing up my bones. Lum­bar fusion with screws and rods over 20 years ago — my spine began […]

Grand­son Oliver (age 5) and I are cre­at­ing tat­toos today. At least that’s what he calls them. We’re scan­ning old doc­u­ments, print­ing the scan on a laser printer, cov­er­ing the printed piece of paper with clear con­tact paper, and then — we use the han­dle of a spat­ula to rub and rub the ink into the con­tact paper. Then! We […]

Using a fold­ing tech­nique I picked up online (like a tramp dur­ing fleet week, the tem­plate screamed at me from across the dock), new books spring forth (not fall back) from the stu­dio. Acquired a 1938 sixth grade geog­ra­phy book “The New World Past and Present” and after read­ing all about the South after the Civil War which wasn’t […]

I stum­bled into an amaz­ing cacaphony of match­books about three years ago. Michael Cable’s Wood­side Antiques, an auc­tion house in Far­mville North Car­olina, offered box loads of stuff at the end of a large estate sale. Cable is a mar­velous auc­tion­eer who inserts bits of trivia with every round of bid­ding. I hes­i­tate to admit how much of […]

I got all happy-​grab and com­mit­ted to five (5) can­vases for the Beau­fort County Art Show fundraiser. See here for details. Joey Toler, neigh­bor and head o’the arts coun­cil, was inspired by sim­i­lar fundrais­ers held by sim­i­lar arts coun­cils, knew he had a great con­fla­gra­tion of artis­ti­cal peo­ple within hol­ler­ing dis­tance of down­town. When I deliv­ered my […]

Welsh artist Sonja Ben­skin Mesher is cre­at­ing an install­ment of the inter­na­tional “A Book About Death” series. The link is for the Call for Sub­mis­sions page. Dead­line is March 16, 2010 for .jpgs of artist’s sub­mis­sions for this seg­ment of the Inter­na­tional Exhi­bi­tion. Obvi­ously this is an abbre­vi­ated post — much more shall be said regarded this […]

I am rein­stat­ing my Soci­ety for the Preser­va­tion of South­ern Ver­nac­u­lar. [that’s not a link, okay, so don’t mouse over it hop­ing for a sur­prise or for clar­i­fi­ca­tion of any sort] It’s time to pre­serve… and reflect. The Kin­dle con­tri­bu­tion to my inter­nal knowl­edge base included last Sunday’s (02÷28÷10) arti­cle on Race in the South. Nat­u­rally, I thought the […]

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 […]

It’s a book by Richard Bön­ner, pub­lished in 1929 by M. A. Dono­hue & Com­pany. The chap­ter titles clue us in to the drama to come: A Marine Game of Blind-Man’s Bluff Ned Bangs’ Story The Chad­wick Gas Guns Draw­ing a Rascal’s Fangs Her­rera Is Not Caught Nap­ping “It’s Death To Remain Here!” Dad! — It’s Jack! and the ever wonderful […]

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 […]

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. I remem­ber find­ing a faded newspaper […]

I recently dis­cov­ered, via a Face­book friend, UbuWeb​.com and Henri Chopin’s poetry. This dis­cus­sion, quoted from ubuweb, just thrills me. You can lis­ten to Chopin by click­ing here. go ahead, do it… lis­ten to a Can­tata for Two Farts The poem is a liq­uid fluxus, a micro­scopic bio­log­i­cal real­ity, rise and deca­dence of cel­lu­lar struc­tures, a pulp, a «voice from the whole […]

Being sick sure has its draw­backs. Not only am I too eas­ily fatigued to begin any new projects, my mail art is way far behind. All these won­der­ful folks send me art… and what do I do? Appre­ci­ate but not rec­i­p­ro­cate — and that is not the Artist Way. I hereby del­care: New Art Will Be Trav­el­ing To Your […]

Lately I’ve found myself search­ing for the cor­rect machin­ery in which to com­plete my daily activ­i­ties. Hav­ing the flu or some sim­i­lar afflic­tion has greatly dimin­ished my capac­ity for enjoy­ment, nay I say enter­tain­ment, of any moment. I find perus­ing the far reaches of print gives me some respite. Then I dis­cov­ered Dr. Grordbort’s book, which I shall order […]

On my recent visit to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pitts­burgh: When events occur dur­ing one’s con­scious­ness, said occur­rences become com­mon­place, the every day back­ground influ­ence of the every day. I sus­pect 9⁄11 will become such a phe­nom­e­non. Take World War II, for exam­ple. To my par­ents, the great­est gen­er­a­tion, the War defined the remain­ing decades of […]

if you are in a big hurry. Pittsburgh’s UPS decided to CLOSE yes­ter­day, Dec. 30^th, around 8 or 9 a.m. and will not deliver pack­ages. Yes. It’s true.The UPS rep told Ama­zon the same thing I heard, “we’re closed until Mon­day”. Wow. I want my Kindle.

None of us will really go grace­fully into that dark night. You should know we will kick and scream and try to stop death. You should know it’s not always vis­i­ble — the strug­gle and yearn­ing to stay right here in this very moment. It’s hid­den some­times, just behind the eyes, the fight to remain in this […]

As part of the Col­bert Nation, I’m obvi­ously a speed skat­ing fan. But a new nation is begin­ning to form, an anony­mous nation filled with ephemera and ink — the Richard Canard Nation. It’s no Illu­sion. Canard is spread­ing his invi­ta­tions to cit­i­zen­ship through­out the world-​wide real, not the world wide web. IUOMA cit­i­zens rejoice. Mr. Canard accepts all nationalities […]

While research­ing and read­ing Levi Strauss, hav­ing a lit­tle of The Sav­age Mind here and there in my evening dia­log with self, I came to real­ize the term “brico­lage” should be applied to much of my work. Rather than my main con­cept of assem­blage, where per­haps dis­parate objects exist adja­cent to or upon each other, mod­i­fied and […]

How can I make my fin­gers yell at you? Why won’t you lis­ten to my hands? The key­board taps and raps… lit­tle back­ground tippy tippy, not even musi­cal like the type­writer used to be. WRITING IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS IS RUDE. But if that’s true… then how do you scream at strangers? Here, anony­mously… through the Power of […]

Are we ever really fin­ished upload­ing the celes­tial orb? Can life become so ornately dis­or­ga­nized that we for­get to down­load our dis­tress and trust in the almighty — the left­over Thanks­giv­ing, fight for it, wake up in the mid­dle of the night and find it, warm it for one minute in the microwave, get me some vanilla […]

So is the mass a prayer­ful object of “hap­pen­ing” his­tor­i­cal OR is it a vol­ume, a spa­tial, ref­er­ence? And what of this New New Fluxus? It is sub­lime. It is crit­i­cal to the on-​going idea that is Fluxus. Yes, it may be dead but Fluxus doesn’t die any­more than Van Gogh is dead because if you leave your […]

Do you ISO or do I? Found out some­thing truly fas­ci­nat­ing today when I perused a knowl­edge lid­bit (which is slightly more than a tid­bit) con­cern­ing what the dimen­sions of a piece A4 paper is. Come to find out, stan­dard paper sizes are based on a sin­gle aspect ratio of the square root of 2 or [√2 = 1:1.4142] The way to figure […]