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 .


man with a lampshade on his head

[anonymous man with lamp shade on his head]

i found this photo above. i think it will be a great addition to the wall of 
'people i don't know but wish i did.'
it's a wall sort of dedicated to all the individuals
that create their own secret worlds and private museums
in their very own homes and hidden rooms.
and sometimes privately in their heads.

 i want to share something of a topic that has come up in casual
conversation with random strangers...

compartmentalizing things, anti-art and alternate spaces-

[ideas, little pieces of paper, photos,
images inside and out ...
i only wish i could be this organized.]

[The Dream of Fluxus, by George Macuinas]

a little bit about...
Fluxus was an international group of artists and musicians. Taken from the Latin word 'to flow', the group's name reflected the belief that there should be no boundaries between art movements, or art and everyday life, letting creativity be unrestricted. 


down by the sea

tonight i am throwing a hot dog party for the traveling musee...

list:  get things ready and go grab the beach chairs from storage, get the wieners and snacks,
umbrella and music and more.

looking forward to hanging out with friends, 
 a sunset, 
the sound of the waves &
a breeze from the sea


111 degrees & a million cicadas

it was very hot yesterday in the desert.
drove and drove.
nobody was outside.

got to destination
and then went and visited jamie and the girls at their pool.

came back to my place, grabbed a fish taco
and then fugu and i took a night walk outside under the stars.

we heard a million cicadas singing in the trees...

we tried to see if we could see any of them. 
fugu looked up. i looked around. 
no luck. they hide really well.

we walked back and when we got into our room,
they were very loud...
we thought that they might be in the walls.

then we went to sleep

they are still singing
and it is still very hot.



henry will be going to the neurologist...
he has been having trouble with his back legs-
but he sure likes the pain killers we have been
giving him.
we love him mucho.
and so does fugu...
while he pauses in between a few licks.

and henry loves fugu back..
this is his face after he was licked.


confined spaces

Escapism is the attempt to divert attention from an unpleasant reality.

a crowd surrounds in disbelief...

[An Escapologist on show-out sunday before derby day in the 1930's
image courtesy of Surrey Libraries]

[Billy Tempest]

 During one escapology act, Billy inadvertently invited a mentally disabled out-patient to check his bindings. The gentleman was understandably attentive when watching Billy escape from his straight-jacket. 


the many faces of

the day..

these pretty little snaps
make me smile...

[eva green]


fugu was here

found this on the back of a sign in san francisco on battery st...