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 .



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.


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.


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..