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 .

Saturday

what happened last year

It's about 
 'a British sound recordist’s slowly degenerating mental state while working in an Italian film studio.'



The untimely death of Trish Keenan robbed the music world of a singular and chronically underappreciated talent. This posthumous release is a soundtrack to the recent British psychological thrillerBerbarian Sound Studio, which depicts “a British sound recordist’s slowly degenerating mental state while working in an Italian film studio.” The film’s meant to be great, and the soundtrack is just as weird and sinister as one might expect from the sound of the plot — sample song titles include “Burnt at the Stake,” “Found Scalded, Found Drowned,” and “The Serpent’s Semen.”


{more stories and anticipations here:

forbidden things a glass paperweight

Mr. Charrington's antique shop on the other 
side of town... A place where
one can buy things from the past that are now forbidden.
Where Winston first buys his diary and
then an obsolete glass paperweight.
{this was and still is the initial inspiration for my 
obscure gallery/shop called musée16}
Today I am having an exclusive open studio..
I have been working on setting it up all week.

These image below are a view up what
my mind looks like today.. The colors and tones.
The past and far away...
Somewhere in the back of my mind.

Ma petite Violette, 1903
 Eunice Kim
 Leanda Xavian
 Irina Ionesco ~ Romanian French Photographer


Friday

powder hair and tinted sea

I am trying an experiment on my hair to
see how long it can go without washing
and still look good.
This is day five.
I am allowing myself to use dry
powder spray though.


And this is one of my most favorite photographs..
James found it in a box that was packed away
for several years.
It is a hand tinted photograph of the sea 
from the early 1900's.
I have it propped up on a chair in the
living room so I can stare at it for a while.


Thursday

the end of a beautiful day..

it's the end of a beautiful day spent
with friends and little dogs running
around playing and getting hand outs..



yesterday I started on the mushroom walnut thyme stuffing,
orange cranberry marinade and sauce, 
the orange cranberry chicken and the red wine brandy sangria..
today I made the caramelized brussel sprouts, 
rosemary garlic red potatoes and
a nice cheese plate with
walnuts, almonds and toasties.



{i was so involved in the cooking part
that i burnt my arm and james put
some vaseline on it and we didn't
tell anyone.. it really hurts now..
it will be my thanksgiving scar}

it was the first time that I hand made everything from
scratch and everyone really enjoyed it!
[james was a big help also]
I think I should do this more often..
make special food for my friends.




now I am ready to lay down surrounded by pillows 
watch something funny and wake up to
a brand new day of projects and walking 
in the park with fugu.

I'm thankful for James, my friends,
and all the little animals.




happy birthday to me...

It's my birthday today!
Another year watching the stars shoot past 
 from the rotating world down here below 
 past my eyes
and tiny point of view..


'At night, when the sky is full of stars
and the sea is still 
you get the wonderful sensation that you are
floating in space..'
{Natalie Wood}




I just made myself a blackberry, orange juice
and matcha green tea smoothie.
Sitting here in my pajamas
with my two best friends..
 Fugu on the couch next to me and 
Orangnia on the floor by my feet..
Looking at all the wonderful
birthday wishes from my far away friends
sent through space
via the internet.

There are nicely wrapped birthday presents
waiting for me on the table {from James}..
I will just stare at them and wait till
James gets home from work
before I open them.








Saturday

mysterious unseen movies

This is about a wonderful, creative collaboration between
dreamy Canadian filmmaker Guy Maddin 
and Parisian props hunter Jeanne Madic called Hauntings..

'For years Guy has been collecting in library books and
old Variety magazines synopses, critiques and other
filmmaker's notes about these mysterious unseen movies and
decided to recreate them...' 

{Maria de Medeiros holding Jeanne's great grandmother's
kitchen tin boxes}


{tap on either of the images to read more}

Wednesday

Star of the Cabaret Voltaire

Emmy Hemmings in Ascona, 1918 -


Because I am a seaman's child, stem from the sea, life itself is to me a journey over the sea,
and I never see the shores, as if the land, which I don't know yet and which awaits me, were
sleeping in peace. It might be my homeland or a strange land that I will love. I don't know.
Always it was the adventure which I did not seek and which befell me, and each journey was
called 'Call and Response.'
-Emmy Hennings in 'Ruf und Echo:Mein Leben mit Hugo Ball' 1953


...Hennings preferred to keep from history most of the creative work produced during her long career as a member of Munich and Zurich’s Avant-Garde inner circles, as it would unfortunately also reveal a long career as a morphine addict, prostitute, and hustler, who frequently promoted free-love, anarchy, and social revolution, and spent several stints in prison, at least once for forging passports for draft dodgers. 

[click on one of the images for more about emmy]


Tuesday

invisible quarks

things get even smaller..

i came across this information today as i was having my first cup of coffee..
sparking interest, discovery and imagination.

it's about what might possibly be the smallest thing
in the universe...

"..the enduring question of the smallest thing in the universe 
has evolved along with humanity. People once thought grains
of sand were the building blocks of what we see around us.
Then the atom was discovered, and it was thought indivisible, until
it was split to reveal protons, neutrons and electrons inside. 
These too, seemed like fundamental particles, before scientists
discovered that protons and neutrons are made of three 
quarks each."
...
side note - 
a Quark :
Quark no.1 - is a invisible sphere.
The thin shell is constructed of Hadrons.
This rounded sphere does not connect with the Quarks,
creating a liquid like element.
The Hardness factor for this Quark is... (H-12).

{a close up of an old stereoscopic photo i found at a
flea market in Austin..I found a few of them with
strange depth spheres in them. i think they were used for sight exercises.}

- click on the picture to see the article about the smallest thing in the universe -


Friday

telephone


my telephone arrived yesterday on the doorstep..
the crank works and it still rings!
there are no numbers on it because
it was made before the dial phones were used.
when one picked up the receiver,
they would instantly hear the voice
of a switchboard operator.

Monday

lost and found

I am still going through boxes from when I
moved away and then moved back.
The boxes are dwindling down to the last of them.
The ones in the living rom a least.
I came across these a few days ago.
They are my favorite images of my parents...
 { I had taken these out of my mom's photo albums
without here knowing }

This is a photograph of my mother when she was
a teenager.. Taken in Long Beach.
She was a local beauty queen and dreamt of being a
bull fighter and studying black holes.

 And this one is of my father and his friends..
Taken in Las Vegas, where he grew up.

He was sort of a con artist/grifter in the making
and a shoe shiner on the side...
My dad is the one on the far right
with the brown hair and 
blowing smoke.

When I look at these, they make me smile.
It's how I like to remember them.

Thursday

a Lucienne Boyer song for the day...

parlez moi d'amour


old apartments, long night time drives in cars,
working in the studio on projects in
the early hours of the morning..
this has been one of those songs that has been 
a soundtrack to so many things and times in my life..
a dear old friend of mine just told me a story
of just about the same thing..

Tuesday

the other night...

i was waiting for my friend to get out of her play..
she had lot's of make up to take off..
so, i kept myself entertained by standing against the wall.


Wednesday

beatrix ost


Beatrix Ost was born in Germany at the start of World War II. But it was art, not conflict, that shaped the life of this practicing Tibetan Buddhist who is best known for her Edwardian outfits, dramatic personal style and joie de vivre.

Beatrix Ost is both a writer and artist. 

I find her fascinating 

and inspiring on so many levels



{stills from beatrix ost for stylelikeu - click above to watch}

Friday

espionage

what they may have seen...


i have been collecting tiny spy cameras.
some are miniature toy cameras
and some are sub mini spy cameras.
cold war era mostly...
but some from before then.





running dry in an old car

remembering fondly 
some old cars i use to drive around..
sometimes just driving.
sometimes just driving some where, sitting there,
looking out.





{ neil young ~ running dry requiem for the rockets }

Sunday

found at the flea market today...



a lovely thonet bentwood chair ~ 1916?,  
a hand for displaying something,
a globe calendar {cold war perhaps? reminded me of dr. strangelove}~ late 1950’s,
and a bell or alarm ~ 1930’s




Tuesday

a corner of my bedroom

today... i took a few snapshots of a little corner of my bedroom.
things on the wall and stacked on top of each other.

 masked picture on wall and polaroid land camera
 an interior i cut out of a magazine years ago for inspiration
 a few special things in the corner on a suitcase
 world of interiors tear out on the wall
david, candy and rip...off set
of man who fell to earth..
something on my wall 
i like to look at

...

Sunday

Colette and toby



this is colette and her little dog toby...




{yesterday it was new years eve and i fell in love a little black dog.
we did not bring him home because the time is not right.
i came home and told fugu that we will wait till next year to adopt a little
puppy brother or sister for him to play with...}