THE MEDIUM

  several years ago my friend Gary gave me a cutting from the african violet that grows in the window above his kitchen sink........it has never gone a day without at least one cluster of beautiful purple and white blooms....... Mozart Piano Sonatas by Andreas Haefliger

  that grows up the deck wall, becomes a substantial shade "tree"......the families of hummingbirds that come each year......feast on the nectar that is produced by hundreds of trumpet-shaped flowers.....

  My collection of Bronze Buddahs is on the move........into the garden, the potted flora, the bonsai, the toilet tank tops, on top of speakers and televisions, in the workroom, on the furnace.........they just seem so relaxed and contented wherever they are...........

  that were in old boxes, are now in the aquarium.......i've been dumping all sorts of carvings, paperweights and driftwood into the large fish hotel........i suppose its the same mentality that places plastic divers with plastic treasure chests emitting air bubbles.......maybe a bit more aesthetic......the fish seem pleased with the decor....

  this mass of braided hair was one a hair corsage made of the hair of a departed civil war soldier.......it was under glass for many years......i decided to clean the corsage with compressed air....and voila! it is hair bacterium or something......it is draped across an old salt rock and a carved chinese dagger on an old mother-of-pearl inlaid table supporting the aquarium.......there's just so much work in it.....and i seldom toss art into the trash..........

Bliss by Paul Avgerinos

These are some of my favorite flowers that grow in my garden..........the air is fragrant on moist, cool evenings.......ahhhh!

  When I was very young, my mother received a silk velvet clutch bag, sent by her older sister, from Delhi, India. The velvet was intricately embroidered with twisted gold and silver thread. I would examine the piece under my new Gilbert microscope, searching for imperfections in the handwork......There were none!....even the hand-stitching of the silk lining to the Velvet body was evenly spaced to a fraction of a millimeter......I thought of these Indian artisans as so highly developed and vastly aesthetic.....and though very little of our own American cultural heritage of relatively crude quilts, needlepoints and clumsy couture......Today, a half century later, i still take the clutch from its box and examine it's fine details with my Bausch and Lomb Binocular Microscope, fitted with Leitz optics........the clutch is even more exquisite than i had realized!

   

the young eyes, looking.... looking, then later -- more cautious, bearing the countenance of one that has suffered pain and loneliness........    

  an old buddy of mine, dwells in a tank of tetras, gouramis, platys and zebras. Pallett - after my friend Owen - is the king.......as he grows older, the gouramis become more adventurous, however......the little zebras catch all the little flying insects that fall to the surface......i've come to understand these primitive creatures.....and have arrived at a conclusion that we have nothing on them! they enjoy life with brains the size of poppyseeds....