Puppetmaster

Watch the 1989 film here: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3954333504887712930#
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A Day Made of Glass

As a glass artist, I found this video by Corning to be fascinationg.
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More Divine Thoughts

I have looked upon the face of Divine; it is Divine.

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Come Into My Parlour

Come, please do.

Divine Dreams

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It used to be that I could only see my large, black beauty of a horse in my dreams.  That is about to change.  This week, his head emerged from its first mold.
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By the end of this weekend, I will have looked upon the face that is Divine.

Bramble

Once upon a time, in the Louisiana swamp, there lived a frog.  He did not start out life as a frog, and right now, we are not going to talk about him.
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Bramble is the fairy who fell in love with this frog; why I'll never know.  I am sure that someone will think of the reason.
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Bramble's song's are here:
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Deep in Slantways, assisted by the Queen, Bramble is putting on her makeup.  This May, the Queen of  Slantways is planning a big "Event".  It will be very big and it will be quite the "Event".  I am giving you the heads up that you do not want to miss this. Of course, you are 'invited'.  You will be able to meet Bramble in person this May should you happen to find yourself lost in Slantways at this same time.
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Eventually, Bramble will find her way home to Little Cow Harbor.  We have plenty of lovely water here and she will be very happy.  Yes, she will be happy because I said so.
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See her on the west coast while you can.

Cordelia and Odette

Once upon a time, in the land of Oz, Dorothy visited the wizard, the tin man got his heart, and Frank L. Baum wrote about it.  Oz became a very famous fairyland.  Over one hundred years later, people use airplanes to visit Oz and the great queens communicate regularly by magic mirror.

This story has nothing to do with Dorothy.  This has nothing to do with Princess Ozma.  Frank L. Baum never chronicled what I am about to tell you because it is "news in Oz".

Once upon a time, (Yes, I said that already, please bear with me.) Once upon a time, (I forget where I was. These stories are not easy.) Once upon a time, in Oz, there lived two twin sisters.  The twins were born in Korea.  They settled in Oz where they roamed fairyland freely.  Their only job was to sit and sew.  The twins would stitch and mend broken hearts back together.

As the twins stitched, day in and day out, they would prick hearts.  Some hearts were broken and needed fixing, of course.  These hearts were gladdened by the twins touch.  Other hearts felt the prick of the twins and felt jealousy.  Some hearts felt the prick of the twins and their hearts lifted in wonder and joy.

David Ballard felt the prick of the twins. I am guessing that he felt delight.  He used his own magic and captured them for several moments of forever, suspending them for the world to see.

 Are you settled in with your tea?  Well, what happened was this...

One day in the dead of winter, the Queen of Little Cow Harbor gazed into her magic mirror and said, "My goodness! There is an upheaval going on in Oz! My goodness, the twins have their suitcases out!"  She quickly contacted the Queen of the Snobs.  "Look!", she said. "Look at what is happening in Oz! What shall we do? Shall we offer an invitation to the ball? Do you think that either of the twins would like to attend?"

The Queen of the Snobs laughed and laughed.  She said, "Well, she is worthy.  Tell her that if she will comb her hair, then she can come."  The Queen of Little Cow Harbor said, "Hmmmm, I do not know if that is the proper way to phrase an invitation. Since the twins spend as much time in the woods as I do, my hair looks exactly the same.  We can always re-do her hair if it looks like the cat got to it.  I shall simply ask if one would like to come.  I shall say, Dear Cordelia or Dear Odette a position is open in Little Cow Harbor.  It will require your nightly attendance at all masquerade balls here in fairyland as someone must simply chase after Weeener."

It simply does not do to have a hermaphroditic succubus on the loose when one has dancing horses.

The Queen of Little Cow Harbor said, "Do you think that will do it? Telling the truth never hurts, right? I do think that playing with Weeener is a full time job."  The Queen of the Snobs agreed.

And so, I extended the invitation.

Disturbia

Vampire Ball

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Tickets are still on sale for New York's "Endless Night" Vampire Masquerade Ball for 2011 : purchase them here : http://vampireballnyc2011.eventbrite.com/
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Read about the event before you stick your neck out, here: http://vampireballnyc2011.eventbrite.com/

The Witch of Positano

Here is the 1965 film which was made on Australian artist Vali Myers.  Find the New York Times review here:  http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/52137/Vali-The-Witch-of-Positano/overview
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Vali: The Witch of Positano (Part 1) from whelky tartar on Vimeo.

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Vali: The Witch of Positano (Part 2) from whelky tartar on Vimeo.

Walking on Air

Kerli, with a doll.

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Reminder: there is usually "more" out on the Journal which is here: http://catcara.livejournal.com .

Army of Love

Kerli, looking like one of the dolls.

Inga Liljestrom "Film Noir"

Alice 2010

Alice 1915

Alice 1985

"Through the Looking Glass"

Bones and Perfume

Take a look at this French dollie blog.  Ooooh la la!
 http://psychotikdolls.kazeo.com/?page=rubrique&idr=368832&pa=2

Dog Song

Mountain Man dog song.  Yes, probably not what you think. Take a special moment and listen.

Mountain Man - Dog Song from Bella Union on Vimeo.

The Day is Done

Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  "Flaming June" by Frederick Leighton, circa 1895.
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The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of Night,

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village

Gleam through the rain and the mist,

And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,

That is not akin to pain,

And resembles sorrow only

As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,

Some simple and heartfelt lay,

That shall soothe this restless feeling,

And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

Not from the bards sublime,

Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time.

For, like the strains of martial music,

Their mighty thoughts suggest

Life's endless toil an endeavor;

And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,

Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer,

Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,

And nights devoid of ease 

Still heard in his soul the music

Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet

The restless pulse of care,

And come like the benediction

That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume

The poem of they choice,

And lend to the rhyme of the poet

The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music

And the cares, that infest the day,

Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

And as silently steal away.

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The Frick

The Frick in Manhattan tops my list of 'favorite museums'. The Fricks' Manhattan residence is a fabulous joy to explore and and a delight to behold. Mr. Frick had a sublime sense of beauty coupled with exquisite taste.  He possessed the money to see his unique vision take root in reality as well as the generosity of spirit to leave it to the public.
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If you are thinking of visiting the Frick, check the times and hours here: http://www.frick.org/
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To experience the unique magnificence that 'is' the Frick, put on your favorite music, and take a virtual tour here:
http://www.googleartproject.com/museums/frick

In the photograph, the Frick is temporarily set up for a very special party.  When I visit the Frick, that is the way I always think of it.  I imagine it as it 'was' when it was a familiar family home; filled with light and laughter and love.