In an attempt to heighten senses and awareness of creativity, we've decided to mainstream our efforts in the blogosphere. Hoping really to disappear as fish in a stream, while leaving animated roe in our passing, recognition is not the goal. Rather an attempt to tap into the global possibilities of being trapped in artists bodies born of the ultra-modern age.
We've found one another in the reflections found in dusted antique mirrors tarnished spoons and dug up bones of our own microscopic histories. And we sit on our porch to watch the plastic sorcerers play craps with yesterday and roulette with tomorrow. Making old things new and new things old again.