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From the Admin

Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2016 by big K

I am floating the idea of shuttering the site  It was an experiment gone wrong.

There was a time that this site filled a need.  I had hoped that it would be a place where certain expression of ideas could find a home outside of mainstream social media.  The Muse did see a hey-day for a short time, but the second tenant of the site’s slogan got the better of us.  Activity is at an all time low I suppose supplanted by other outlets available in the internet.

Anyway the site did accomplish it’s main purpose ie to get O3 a way to publish his photos without emailing us all.

I suppose sister sites will remain in place and they are thankfully not multi-user sites.  Perhaps I will hang out my own shingle.  The site will remain available until the Domain name is due for renewal in case anyone wants to retrieve photos and such.

Let me know what you think.

The Admin


Larry Poons Again

Posted in Uncategorized on August 10, 2016 by big K

At work I’m always anxious to introduce some of our programmers to Art concepts.  We have had lively discussions about Picasso and Pollack and even discussed topics such as “The artistic value of original art vs forged art.   Recently a programmer was  playing with a algorithm that performed randomization according to a given set of parameters and used dots on the screen to visualize the results.  I was quick to point out with some customization the program could easily mimic some of early work of Larry Poons.  It’s always good for the techies to see things a bit differently.  Here is Frank’s response to my challenge against Poons’ “Orange Crush”.  I was pleased. Poons1



At the Trestle

Posted in Uncategorized on May 9, 2016 by big K

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Panography at the VMFA

Posted in Uncategorized on March 27, 2016 by big K

Caught this show today.  Worth a look.20160327_131814



Eroded Hip Hop Complex

Posted in Uncategorized on January 21, 2016 by big K

Another from Rick Christiansen

Eroded Hip Hop Complex



Say the dust motes falling into the sunlight before me.

An act of becoming and dissolving.
Our death is our wedding with these things.

I feel it in the firmness of each footstep taken.
And myself, in the lifting of that step.

The artisan searches for what is not there
In order to practice his craft.

I practice stillness in my movement.
I am not there.



Say the joints that ache while they dance through the floor.

Anxiety makes ME warm.
And so, I contribute to the process.

I make trinkets to prove that I exist.
I display them to force their existence.

Even tea will intoxicate.
If only you drink it quickly.

The body will nurture the mind and provide
bad advisement.



Say the utensils that I have laid down after their use.

I am much too small a place to live.
I must stretch and groan into fullness.

I have pulled my own existence out of this fissure.
I have not forgotten the traces of my gifts.

I remember the poverty of emptiness.
I will not travel there again.

The flavor of optimism builds on my tongue.
And I swallow.


Posted in Uncategorized on January 19, 2016 by big K

This from Rick Christiansen , Edited ( there was some confusion as to which poem was his)


A big Amazon Grey, that’s what I’m not going to have.
The blank, feral countenance almost too much to bear.
Like looking into a mirror.

They live a long time,
such a commitment.

My friend had one once.
It went on a rampage.
Like a confused, angry midget
it turned everything over
and then did it again.
Finally, exhausted, it sat confused.
Wondering why so much effort led to so little effect.

The mood swings are the hardest part.
A man needs stability.
And they bite.

You must feed them
every day.

And they will send scattered
seed husks to the floor
that may cause you to slip and fall
if you are not careful.

They are always hungry.

I have read that you can leave on the television.
The noise and light provide some stimulation
while you are away.

When you do arrive home, they become excited
and they try to hide their emotions with
kung fu kicks from the perch.

Waiting for you to make the first move
toward reestablishing a relationship that has diminished in your absence.
Even if only for the day.

They are related to the dinosaurs
and seem afraid of the same extinction.
That is why they cling to your shoulder
Waiting for you to whisper your secrets to them.

They like repetition.
It makes them feel secure.

You must know what they need without being told.
Or, they become waspish and aloof.
Or, sometimes solicitous,
like a child who smells the candy in your pockets.

It is exhausting to be the object of such anticipation without direction.
No wonder you delay your arrival longer each day.

Perhaps a parakeet or cockatiel
light enough to perch on your finger
will suffice?

Certainly, one of those would be harder to notice
when you are tired and do not wish to attend?

Where there is less weight, there is less gravity.
And the tantrums are smaller.


Posted in Uncategorized on January 9, 2016 by big K