



Nearly forgotten but glorious art, envisionings and historical oddments from the back corners of the internet




whispering on air as out on the African plain a baby cheetah smacks her brother over the head and deep in Siberia a miracle enfolds . . . one of those places where the Khan and his court used to be . . . all those people long gone and mostly somewhere near the Black Sea and no one coming any more . . . a memory of celebrations and dancers covered with furs . . . all winter it went on and into spring when they mounted their horses and rode out to become the memory of whoever they attacked next . . . back with saddlebags filled with gold till that fall when they never came back . . . a dream but maybe . . . a light shining through the woods and a shout . . . but don’t get too close or they will shimmer away . . . better a mirage to remember than a plain old nothing one.
My winter series post for today over on my Substack at the link. Enjoy!

meowing on air on the tailfeathers of a wild turkey as somewhere where the sun never shines anymore the costumes in the old summer theatre come to life and start swaying back and forth . . . plays a long time with people to applaud . . . the earth gone strange and all that gone but a hop and skip and down to the floor and up to the stage with the mice that live in the over attic to help . . . mouse queen in the frock with the train that the queen of the fairies wore in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” but with her babies to line up behind for fairies . . . crown for her consort and that’s it . . . better to make your own fun wherever you might be instead of waiting for someone to come along and make it for you . . .
My winter series post for today published on my Substack. It includes this artwork in paper from the Makerie Studio series “Circling.”








sparking on air as the last limelight gets extinguished and the audience filters out . . . a matinee tomorrow and an evening show . . . off to the dressing rooms as the maids scamper out . . . frocks to be unsewn ready to be sewn back into tomorrow. . . near impossible to breathe but people wanting a mermaid in gold brocade that swishes in a skin-tight glittery skin and that they get.
my winter series post for today over on my Substack at the link. It includes this very pretty Quinceañera tiara.

A repost from another art blog that is also on WordPress. The admin for Biancasvisions reblogged one of my posts a little while ago and Virginia Frances Strerrett’s illustrations are grand. You can get the software to translate the Dutch into English or whichever language you prefer.
whispering on air on the seed of a dandelion being blown away as somewhere under a tropical sun the palm trees lean together and the gods rise up out of the whitecaps on the beach . . . some sort of amusement . . . who knows what but an audience and a curtain . . . all you need is a show.
My winter series post for today over on my Substack at the link. It includes this icon by El Greco.




whispering on air as the last ribbon of the aurora borealis fades into black as waiting for dusk to fall out at the end of a long-forgotten Hollywood alley the rooms in the long-demolished movie star’s mansion inch back into life in brilliant colors of red, blue and green as the filmmaker from a few planets over gets ready to shoot . . . movies shown a hundred years ago that spoke of long ago people from other worlds coming to call . . . time to return the favor and call on them instead. . .
my winter series post for today published on my Substack at the link if you’d like to see – it includes these pretty vintage Austrian glass fruit brooches that I found on Pinterest.





