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Category: unusual artistic expression

  • On Roadside Ruminations

    On Roadside Ruminations

    A poem by James Richardson—   ESSAY ON WOOD At dawn when rowboats drum the dock and every door in the breathing house bumps softly as if someone were leaving quietly, I wonder if something in us is made of wood, maybe not quite the heart, knocking softly, or maybe not made of it, but…

  • Interpretting White Roses

    Interpretting White Roses

    salus in ardunis sancte et sapienter Alice In Wonderland Syndrome…(or as it’s also called: Todd’s Syndrome or Lillipution Hallucinations) sounds made-up but it’s a very real condition.  People seem fine optically, but they have weird visual perceptions. They have what’s termed a “rare form of migraine” (migrainous ischemia?). All of their senses are strangely distorted. The…

  • Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    I don’t understand it. Am I taking the weight of the woeful world’s troubles on and internalizing it? Lately I’ve had trouble seeing the positive side of things. I won’t mention the bullying, cruelty and atrocious acts I’m referring to here, but you have access to media; you know what I mean. Even if I…

  • Crosses

    Crosses

    I take pictures of crosses that appear naturally, for the most part, that is to say- they have to be found, not placed on purpose. So you see, crosses on churches are not pictured here. I am sharing some of my found crosses. Here they are: Above: See the cross on my father’s shed? This…

  • Is It Profound or Is It Poop?

    Is It Profound or Is It Poop?

    Have you heard about the tiny skeletons appearing on the streets of Mexico? Urban artist Isaac Cordal can tell you about them. He created them. The following quote is from his website, which has a link following this blog: “These small sculptures contemplate the demolition and reconstruction of everything around us. They catch the attention…

  • Thou Art Inspiring

    Thou Art Inspiring

    My grandson said recently: “Grandma enjoys stress. It gives her something to do.” This is my bathroom shower curtain. The curtain was purchased at Walmart.As you can see, it’s an oceanic world, an underwater scene of fish and coral. Every week I buy stickers and when my grandson sleeps over, he puts them into the scene.…

  • Emotions With No Name

    Where can you find the remains of a giraffe, an upright dining table, a claw hand and silver bars worth millions (all in the same place)? Underwater, in NYC, that’s where. Weird finds in New York’s waterways are the inspiration for fictional stories on a “digital journal” called Underwater New York. But I’m more interested…

  • BRAIN PLUMAGE

    BRAIN PLUMAGE

      “You see yourself descending From the building to the ground And you watch the sky receding And you spin to see the traffic Rising up and it’s so quiet Then you wake”–Adam Duritz I went to an IMax theater in Boston last week and saw a docu-film in 3-D about South Pacific sea life.…

  • A more interesting word without “U”

    A more interesting word without “U”

    Obscure: the state of being unknown, inconspicuous, or unimportant.                 I forgot the library’s closed on Mondays and it was there on my shelf so I picked up my memoir. For some obscure reason, (imagine ME obscure? Right, I know) I decided to reread my book “Under the Banana Moon.” Well actually it can be…

  • Sharp Little Pencil Addresses My Faux Pas and Makes Me Smile

    Sharp Little Pencil Addresses My Faux Pas and Makes Me Smile

    I need to get something out of my system: “Fizzling Fireboxes!” “Well…  Flatten my funnel!” “Oh! Trembly tracks!”   There, that’s better. I’ve been watching CPTV’s Thomas The Tank Engine with a 2 year old. Thomas gets into mischief on that program. He’s called the “cheeky” engine for a reason. He’s also an example for…

  • Rantings of a logophile

    Rantings of a logophile

      I’m into obscure things. If you’ve read this blog you already know that. This forum, for me, is kind of an information purge of sorts. It’s like a safe place where I can say things like moon pigeons and alphabet juice and electric ketchup. Oddball conundrums keep my brain cells happy. Let me explain the…

  • Life is a Fractal; RIP Maya

    Life is a Fractal; RIP Maya

    The essence of living things are cascades of fractals. Related patterns recur enthusiastically at progressively smaller scales… seemingly random but decidely chaotic. Deoxyribonucleic acid, (DNA) with its double helix entwined like a ladder. Cells. Fractals are seen with the “naked” eye, as in this beehive:   And they are unseen (as in this close-up view of…

  • Passions Pursued, HONY, Pandora and Unicorns

    “They were expecting it to be nothing but unicorns shitting rainbows…” Ever browse Humans Of New York (HONY)? Think this: a photographer named Brandon who admits to, at some point being obsessed with things like aquariums, piano, baritone, New York City, etc. His current passion brings us pictures of New Yorkers, taken in a purposely…

  • Work ethic, Dr. Suess and if I was a Tree

            I ‘met’ someone recently who used to work in retail and I did my share of that too so I was reminiscing about my years ‘working with the public.’ I told him that I did my best. That’s all anyone can do. I found lots of expired merchandise in my “Health…

  • J. Moore’s Book, Memory, and Tattooed Pigs

                   JJ has this theory that memory is still there; like in a computer; in the recesses of your brain. Like you never really forget things; not even in regard to Alzheimers. He feels that you never really delete anything from your hard drive per se. As in with…

  • Some of Crows’ and Ravens’ Roles in Fairy Tales and myth and Literature

    Some of Crows’ and Ravens’ Roles in Fairy Tales and myth and Literature

    I think of ravens and crows interchangeably. I can’t help it; I just do. Ravens are bigger in size although there are other differences too; like their voices. Supposedly the crow can say ‘uh-huh’, ‘caw’, ‘eh-aw’, ‘kow’, ‘aww’, and sound real nasal, whereas the raven is harsher and says things like ‘kraa’, or it makes…

  • Peeves, Yeats, Hurdles, Goldilocks, importance of full stops

    Peeves, Yeats, Hurdles, Goldilocks, importance of full stops

    I function “best” when I’m in the Goldilocks zone. That is to say, when it’s not ‘too’ this, and it’s not ‘too’ that. When everything is going along just right in the world in a nice practiced routine. But who doesn’t function best like that, right? But take for instance a family member I once…

  • Loss of A Dear Friend, Zsolt Megai

               Please don’t be put off by the length of this. I’m not sure how long it will roll on; but I’ve lost a dear friend so here goes.             It was October of 2007 when I first met Zsolt Megai. My husband had died in 2005 and The Ct…

  • Here Be Dragons…When Pipes Are Not Pipes

    Here Be Dragons…When Pipes Are Not Pipes

    Stephen King once wrote a short story about the heyday of youth with all it’s freshness and trials. He called youth: Pony days. We all have a brief time as ponies. There were two times during my pony years that I was given horses and both times my father said no, absolutely not, she can…

  • She asked me, How does Aspergers feel? Read my book Under The Banana Moon or start by reading this blog

    She asked me, How does Aspergers feel? Read my book Under The Banana Moon or start by reading this blog

      I noticed a message in my facebook inbox. A person affiliated with a selective mutism awareness group asked me a question that should’ve been easy for me to answer. She said, “What does it feel like to have aspergers?” I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to reply to her. After…

  • Comparing Luigi to the Voynich find, a look at two of the weirdest outsider art books ever!

    Comparing Luigi to the Voynich find, a look at two of the weirdest outsider art books ever!

    Imagine writing and illustrating a book so bizarre (but intriguing) that decades later people are still drawn to it and NO ONE has been able to decode the secret language you made up, nor are they able to understand what your mind boggling illustrations mean?! Hey that’s a feat, eh? Look at one of the…

  • Fascinating modern architecture to 1700 manor houses…it’s all good

    Fascinating modern architecture to 1700 manor houses…it’s all good

      Recently I’ve been reflecting about architecture. I’m reading a historical book called The Manor: Three centuries at a slave plantation on Long Island by Mac Griswold. This 70 year old woman, Mac, is a cultural landscape historian, a fascinating job. When she was a little girl in the 1950s growing up in New Jersey,…

  • Under the banana moon finally has an official website

    http://mercurygirl49.wix.com/underthebananamoon-1 Finally my book has an official website. After days of working on this site for my book, I can get back to blogging! Kim

  • Feeling around in a flowery diction

    Have you ever felt you resided inside that place in a harmonica where moist breath and music meet? Have you ever felt like one of those perfectly imperfect pine trees that grow sideways on golf courses? Ok well have you ever felt like a collection of soft blue, pink, white grey lint, like the kind…

  • Magic and Innovative Art in A Sisyphean World

    Magic and Innovative Art in A Sisyphean World

                                            This poster is an example of some unusual art I came across quite by happy accident some years ago. The Empty Set Project Space was active sporadically as a gallery between 2001 and 2008. It…

  • Dog Walking As an Exercise In Art Appreciation

    The sidewalk I stand on is most common: pitted, crumbling around the edges, cracked, with the common faced weeds of suburban blight sprouting between those cracks.  Between a “rock and a hard place,” yeah. Empty lots, exhaust-bathed roadsides and overpass embankments are breeding grounds for “weeds,” which are defined as undesirable, unattractive, or troublesome, especially…

  • I have 48 years, I will do much more

    I have 48 years, I will do much more

    A few years ago, my daughter came inside the house carrying something. She put the thing in my hand. It was grey, solid, an almost perfectly round rock, which fit in my palm. She’d found a keen rock-ball. Across the street from me are natural caves. There’s a mountain with a flag on top, and…