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 […]

What trips your trig­ger? For me, it’s aban­doned metal, cracked and chipped paint on an old piece of wood, an old chest of draw­ers with the legs miss­ing… rusted ele­ments of some for­got­ten auto­mo­bile. I re-​purpose dis­cards and turn them into art. I assem­ble items some­one left behind and cre­ate mean­ing­ful (?) dis­so­nance. It’s a col­lage of […]

It’s get­ting close to fin­ish time for the Sis­ters of the Inqui­si­tion. Prob­lem right now is phở­tog­ra­phy since the reg­u­lar phở­tos make the piece look pretty damn shabby. It’s out­sider art. Painted on the back of a chair and on the side of a cuckoo clock, then fused. Think of the chair back as an spread open wide […]

Jack dogs nip­ping at your nose. Tiny sluts with their flies all aglow… Truly, ya’ll, the Mayflies hatched in a superb fash­ion after the last rain shower. Gabil­lions of them, swarm­ing the back porch — they get into your eyes, hair, *gag me* mouth and if you don’t know Mayflies, you don’t know Nymphs. They are so tragic, a gentle […]

This new web­site is kick­ing my Ass –emblage capa­bil­i­ties. The 600×200 graph­ics aren’t load­ing cor­rectly [this is where we serve the wine] and the thumb­nails refuse to sub­mit to their 120×120 require­ments [bring in the small plat­ter of brie] … to sub­mit my tax­ied brain to fur­ther degra­da­tion, the tem­plate is fubarred by my constant […]