Invisible things by Noëlle Maline

With the flicker of a bird .. I prefer distractions and being interrupted . These days , I am a luggage organizer , book filer and background diorama painter .. I look at the night sky and watch old films .. Collect shadows and uncertainties .. I make art with fragments and broken images .. Paper , things and sounds .

Friday

a bog and some cold marble




above is a bog or part of the river- 
the picture was taken from one of the lower level windows of a mausoleum just outside of portland that was built in the 1930's and still has most of it's original art deco touches.
even the view is of a long time ago.
there is a roller rink over there next to the desolate amusement park. it was really cold in there- and the farther down below we went, the colder it got. my feet felt almost frozen.
 it was really quiet also- except for the faint birds singing outside the windows.