My Sunday...so far...

As my eyes opened this morning they were confronted with

 the vision of my tiny closet bursting with

a plethora of personal belongings.

Don't get me wrong...

I am thankful to have such a collection

but cannot figure out a way to contain them

behind closed doors 

(read... I have not made the time to deal with it).

Outside of my nesty-bedding

this is the first textile experience I have

every time I get my bum out of bed.

My feet are very pleased.

They'll be more pleased if my toes were painted.

My closet isn't the only "collection" space.

I've stashed a mirror that I made years ago behind

my bedroom door. I have yet to determine its final placement.

After indulging in morning coffee

I began planning my attack on

creating a painting to hide behind the barn door.

A secret spot.

At the moment I have absolutely no idea what to paint.

So I'm priming it, but not to the edges.

It will stare at me each time the door is closed

segregating space within the house I

share with two males.

(whom which I have known for a very very long time)

The door was a gift, found & purchased off

the sidewalk in front of an old building in the town I live in.

It was one of those screaming deals.

I'm guessing it's 100 years old (approx.)

My Sunday...

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...as I listen to this on Pandora...

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Crazy Little Winter, Keats, Summer

...O sweet Fancy! let her loose; 

Every thing is spoilt by use: 

Where's the cheek that doth not fade, 

Too much gazed at? Where's the maid 

Whose lip mature is ever new? 

Where's the eye, however blue, 

Doth not weary? Where's the face 

One would meet in every place? 

Where's the voice, however soft,

One would hear so very oft? 

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth 

 Like to bubbles when rain pelteth..

~ the sixth stanza of Fancy by Keats ~

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and this... it's not Keats...but I like it just the same...

Autumn Is So Over & Perineuronal Nets Aren't Really Green

Autumn is over

and winter is here...

and Mt. Hood is magnificent.

I recently installed art and lectured

at a quintessential Portland venue called...

Velo Cult in the Hollywood District.

It's a super hip place with super hip people

where you can get your bike repaired while

sipping on their freshly roasted coffee, or a pint of kombucha

or a beer sampler that arrives on a skateboard.

(and their stage is an old castle drawbridge door from the west hills)

I co-lectured with WSUV, PhD neuroscience student, Megan Slaker, on

perineuronal nets, memory and drugs. 

I spoke through an artist lens about how I created

my work in conjunction with her research and lecture topic.

My installation was interactive. Participants blew up

green balloons that represented neurons

and placed them in, on, through the net-like sculpture.

Megan uses the same color in a dye she injects

into her test subjects to show where

perineuronal nets exist in the brain.

The organization I worked with for this event

is nwnoggin.org.

An incredible group of guys

sharing and teaching 

neuroscience, psychology with art.

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and this plays...

My Heater Kicks Ass Below Kate & Ben

I've made an adjustment...

from living on land...

to also living on the water...

as I learn how to sail my new home.

(celebratory beverages after a diligent sailing day)

Using my phone as a hot spot is a new thing.

This weekend I've come drastically close

to using ALL data for the month.

(today...November one)

So I drew imaginary portraits on paper towels.

And placed them in existing frames that came with the boat.

I've named them Kate & Ben.

They live by the TV I do not watch

above the heater (that kicks ass).

They took all of three minutes each to make.

They deserve some sort of generalized life story.

I'll be working on that...

as my data dwindles,

and my heater blasts another layer of clothes off my body,

and my sailboat ever so gently rocks.

Mmmmmm....so nice.

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And this is playing....as long as the data holds out...