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 […]

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 […]

Ver­ily I say unto you… any­one can join in an argu­ment of Fluxus Rel­a­tiv­ity. Therein lies the rub, the point, the pur­pose, of the Very Fluxus Which We Love. Agree with me not. Fluxus is a post-​World War II inter­na­tional phe­nom­e­non, a sort of anti-​movement that worked between the var­i­ous media, spawn­ing the term “inter­me­dia.” Under its broad umbrella […]

A ques­tion, posed by the Demon­stra­tive Fluxus Admin­is­tra­tor Cecil Tou­chon, answered thusly upon the Face­book Fluxus col­lec­tive: Flux is dis­tinct from Fluxus. Fluxus relates to an ongo­ing process. Flux relates and inflates, describes and con­tains a phys­i­cal body of work. It encom­passes math­e­mat­i­cal pos­si­bil­i­ties as well as a state of mind. The eter­nal quan­ti­fier with a legit­i­mate definition […]

In “The Sci­ence of Sleep” Gael Gar­cía Bernal cre­ates a fas­ci­nat­ing and — to those of us who live in the Fluxus World — totally under­stand­able vision of of a man’s life wherein the dream becomes the real­ity and the real­ity con­tains frag­ments of truth and lie. Beau­ti­ful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dew­drops are wait­ing for thee. In grade […]

at last my love is here to stay. It is in punks, the steam vari­ety. And one does not become punked, steam­punk is not a verb, it is art. A form, a vari­ety so intensely pro­found and sim­plis­tic in its form — the vir­tual embod­i­ment of Fluxus, the nexus of steam­punk is the sheer futil­ity of inter­na­tional influ­ence to con­dense form […]

Fluxus Thoughts 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 […]

After a trip to the hin­ter­lands, The Assem­blag­ist doth bloggeth again. A com­plete post shall be endured upon the mor­row… please retour­neth to this place along with us… Wel­come me home, oh loved ones. It has been a Museum Time. Went to the Andy Warhol Museum in the ‘burgh. More on that adven­ture coming soon –

It seems to me, just a lit­tle ol’ assem­blag­ist, that Dorothy and Ruth may have received some instruc­tion from the Irish­man who, in 1954, set a non­stop speak­ing record. When inter­viewed about Mr. Sheehan’s feat, Dorothy replied, “It’s all in the abil­ity to change sub­jects with­out think­ing about the sub­jects and one just keeps on blath­er­ing until […]

British colonel out­waits dead wife’s dying pets The lizard whose name is Timmy leads a lux­u­ri­ous but love­less life. Things were dif­fer­ent for him just after the war when the wife of a British offi­cer, Mrs. Mar­ion Kel­lett, took Timmy and six other lizards from Egypt to their new home in Natal, South Africa. Pay­ing $800 duty on […]

I want to take the clay­ma­tion film class at Emerge Gallery in Greenville — one of these “I have $150 extra this month” times… mean­while, Rob wants to buy some stop motion soft­ware for me, and I ain’t say­ing no to the offer. Stop Motion films are like mov­ing ephemera, assem­blage pho­to­graph. Can’t wait to try it. Especially […]

This just in from Jeff York: The City of Nor­folk, Vir­ginia is excited to announce a Call for Artists to cre­ate art­work for the Lambert’s Point Com­mu­nity Cen­ter Nor­folk, Vir­ginia — The Nor­folk Pub­lic Art Com­mis­sion and the Lambert’s Point Com­mu­nity Cen­ter Plan­ning Com­mit­tee seek to com­mis­sion an artist to cre­ate lively, light-​hearted and thought-​provoking art­work for the exterior […]

As many of you, I enjoy read­ing the Chris­t­ian Sci­ence Mon­i­tor. When Mom was still lucid, we sub­scribed to the news­pa­per. She would devour it and we spent many hours at the kitchen table drink­ing cof­fee and dis­cussing the arti­cles. Mom “got” the inter­net, she tried to blog with me, answered a few emails, learned to google — when […]

Ollie used a black per­ma­nent marker on one of my large dry erase boards. I have five of these so it wasn’t a big deal. This is how you erase per­ma­nent marker from dry erase boards. Get it here from Life­Hacker. 1. Get the board you want the stuff off. 2. Get a dry erase marker (yes, we will […]

Born April 13, 1917 Died April 30, 2009 Momma slipped qui­etly away yes­ter­day morn­ing. I don’t have much expe­ri­ence writ­ing obit­u­ar­ies. My Daddy was Robert Jacob Heinold. My sis­ter was Ann Eliz­a­beth Heinold Cut­ler, my brother was John David Heinold. That’s my dad, the guy with the bow tie, in the large open­ing page photo. He died […]

Art needs us. Art must find itself uni­ver­sally and — exist — even within a vac­uum. It can occur thus, it was decreed. The Inter­net abyss of online adver­tis­ing requires redis­tri­b­u­tion of artis­tic mem­o­ra­bilia rather than pixel-​to-​pixel dis­cus­sions of what to pur­chase, of what we “need” because, as we all know, it’s not about “us” and our “needs”. It’s about the […]

Some­times a great notion becomes a real­ity. Tucker Nichols removes the mun­dane and con­fus­ing olive pits left uncon­sumed when one fin­ishes the mar­tini of life and cre­ates some­thing beau­ti­ful. The Anony­mous Post­card. Sub­mit your claim today. I did. To the fam­ily in the yel­low house around the cor­ner — Please clean up after your dog. My yard is not a toilet. […]