Photos, Thoughts and Exerpts on Art and Environment. Monday, May 13, 2013. Hmmm some fresh subjects to edit from a couple rolls of 120 color reversal film and a plastic Holga camera. It took forever to get the negatives developed but worth the wait, I can already see versions of these submerged under beeswax. Friday, February 8, 2013. Art Affair 2013 Camelot at Kaluanui. A Feast of Art and Merriment.

Monday, September 17, 2007. A Voyage to the Inner World.

Monday, September 17, 2007. I FEAR the seemingly incredible story which I am about to relate will be regarded as the result of a distorted intellect superinduced, possibly, by the glamour of unveiling a marvelous mystery, rather than a truthful record of the unparalleled experiences related by one Olaf Jansen, whose eloquent madness so appealed to my imagination that all thought of an analytical criticism has been effectually dispelled. It is not my intention to attempt a disc.

Monday, September 17, 2007. MY name is Olaf Jansen. I am a Norwegian, although I was born in the little seafaring Russian town of Uleaborg, on the eastern coast of the Gulf of Bothnia, the northern arm of the Baltic Sea. My parents were on a fishing cruise in the Gulf of Bothnia, and put into this Russian town of Uleaborg at the time of my birth, being the twenty-seventh day of October, 1811. My father was a man fully six feet three in height, and weighed over fifteen stone.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007. I TRIED to forget my thirst by busying myself with bringing up some food and an empty vessel from the hold. Reaching over the side-rail, I filled the vessel with water for the purpose of laving my hands and face. To my astonishment, when the water came in contact with my lips, I could taste no salt. I was startled by the discovery.