For the normally sighted, color is everywhere. It’s organized, vibrant, soft, organic, fun. It’s an experience; we experience color. Sir Isaac Newton was the first to admit light as color. In the beginning it was optics (the refraction of light, the decomposition of a prism) but by 1672 Newton published his Theory of Color, postulating that color is the result of objects interacting with already-colored light rather than the objects generating the color themselves. The arrangement of colors around the color wheel is in correspondence with the wavelength of light, as opposed to hues. When René Descartes formalized his theory of Dualism in the Seventeenth Century, he believed the mind to have a Nonphysical Substance separate from the body. The color “red” does not emit the same responses as another’s vision of red, just as an idea of love can be very different from one individual to the next. But for the Subjectivist, colors are occurrences of the mind. And since Neuroscientists and Materialists equate the mind to be explainable in terms of only matter and energy, are colors solely to allow organisms to navigate the world successfully? Is to see red nothing but a certain Neurophysiologic Mental State? Even dictionary definitions are often vague and very indefinite: “a phenomenon of light or visual perception that enables one to differentiate otherwise identical objects”. What are identical objects? And what ever happened to experiencing color. Did we just stop living? Coloring? Thinking? Seeing? Feeling? Or are we over it.

Look at These! In 1944 Harold Fisk created Maps of the Alluvial Valley (on the Lower Mississippi River). As part of an otherwise technocratic report for the Army Corps of Engineers, Fisk's maps of the historical traces of the Mississippi River stretch from Southern Illinois to Southern Louisiana . . . .

Inspired by Native American artwork and Rock/Roll T-Shirts, the American vintage women's knitwear WildFox Couture exploded. Combining superior quality with a cult-like following, childhood friends Emily Faulstich and Kimberley Gordon created what are some of the jazziest pieces yet. Wild Divas!

Our Brains have Neurotransmitters. Either the synapses are overpowered by an influx of these, or they are void of having enough at all. Sometimes it is as though we have Mental Faucets, Faucets uncontrollable, and if these Faucets are turned on with too much pressure, the release of these said Neurotransmitters becomes an irregular activity ultimately affecting the Physical, Emotional and Habitual aspects of our lives. Medication, over time, helps to regulate the Mental Faucets, appeasing the synapses with a healthy level of passing or restricting the flow of Neurotransmitters. But why do we have such faith in medication to "stabilize" us? Why are we so afraid to know ourselves in our most Raw and Honest conditions? A different type of freeing Self-Knowledge appears when we are speaking aloud, without debating our thoughts. I guess I'd forgotten how interesting I can be in just spontaneous talk. How beautiful I am. How simply perfect Volume One is.

I've been meaning to post a blog explaining the last array of pictures. But life has scaled by. I've been meaning to say how pretty I think everyone is. How pretty the boys and girls in the pictures are, despite the blurriness in the Size Reductions. (Click on the images to make them Larger and Clearer). I've wanted to share how inspired I've been to be myself. I mean, I've been enjoying myself lately! I have been embracing my dreams. The memories are starting to awaken me to myself, and as they arise from my pulse, they are not only Sensate but Alluring. They are in that pulse now. The Russian writer Nabokov once wrote how memories are impossible to tame. He'd write a memory and suddenly it would become something else, or it would not be his anymore in the way that it might have been had he not tried expounding it. I don't know. I guess memories are not meant to stay "true" to their origins (Yes Yes, I understand they grow and shift and change, Crescendo and Decrescendo), but I do not want to defeat my memories. I don't ever want to turn off my Mental Faucets. Which is why I've decided to break free. And probably why it's been so long since I've posted my last blog. "Let them Pour" I say to myself. I can Sink and I can Float!