photo credit: Hedia Maron
Karinne Keithley Syers is a middle-aged lady who has made things all her life, making them visible and audible in various circumferences of various scenes mostly composed of the lifers, the dedicatees of the weird, those who prefer severe harmonies, those who enjoy patiently attained serenity-bewilderment, the devotees of the clearings in the woods, the compatriots of talking animals, those who have taken vows of occasional silence, those who speak into microphones, those who love things nested inside of other nested things. There has been dancing, singing, filmmaking, editing of all kinds, hanging paper, handed-out paper, paper in books, paper in little rolled up scrolls with wordless fish cartoons. There are words, incantations, orations, dumb jokes, deadpan jokes, failed jokes, periods of all seriousness still nested with very quiet jokes. The cats have glowed grey. We sometimes achieve a kind of floating. There was a time of very much being in the room with others but this is not so much that time. The ghost host pigeon post, always. Singing to you, always.