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...