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Painted ceramic bells

January  2026

  the genius
     art of              the            handmade

matt's muse.ings
                 poetry by Matt Turley

Made by Hand

​Yarn of yellow, orange, and brown

Create a blanket

Made by hand by

A brown-skinned woman

I offer just under

What she requests

The difference

Is trivial to me

But it feels like a win

To spend less

The pittance will feed

Her family for

A day, while they

Do what they do

Maybe dance, maybe play?

Maybe make more blankets

This one will keep us

Warm on our deck

On a different continent

The craft and the care

We will wear in the chill

Where hearts aren’t still

​

Which Way Do We Want To Go ?
                                                                by Kris Strell

​Handmade is the making of things, slowly, by manual dexterity.

The making of things by machines is quickly done automatically.
The thinking of things by humans is brain cognition.
Comprehension. Apprehension. Perception. & Realization.
The thinking of things by machine is a replay repeat of
Patterns & recitation of fake charade phony fabrications.
 
Human intelligence creatively develops new innovations.
Artificial intelligence is imitation synthetic simulations. 
Trajectory of how things are done diminishing human interaction.
The machine world taking over all creations by mass production.
Not only the making of things but the thinking of things.
It ain’t right. It ain’t right. This upcoming plight we gotta fight.
 
Replacing language words thoughts & heartfelt sentiments
With the quick the cheap & the ugly LOL emoji replacements.
I wanna hold your hand a thing of the past, gone, as we let go
From a handmade humanity to now a machine reality status quo.
The implications & the ramifications resulting in a conclusion 
Of global twittering & very unsocial media dehumanization.
 
Human disconnection is at hand here 
As we let go of each other & disappear.
Humans you gotta take a stand & 
Grab a hold of your buddy’s hand.
Let’s come together, join, & hold dear
Our human-ness that is alive & still here.
The treasured, the hallowed, the cherished,
One of a kind humans before that is perished.
The us the soul the spirit the real & the true
Our discerning mind that we now so easily subdue.
By impassively allowing the machinery database
To fill-in, stand-in, replace & take our place.

             I Want To Fall in Love
        with the Whole Wide World                                   Again.

    Making Sense of All These                 Strange Shifts

DAKHABRAKHA !! A QUARTET FROM UKRAINE. THEY WERE IN CONCERT LIVE AT THE MOORE THEATRE IN SEATTLE THIS MONTH. THEIR MUSIC IS A COLLECTION OF SOUNDS FROM ACROSS THE CULTURAL WORLD GLOBE. THEY CALL IT "WORLD CHAOS."  I CALL IT TRIBAL WITH BEAUTIFUL HARMONIZING VOICES, STRONG RHYTHM BEATS. THEIR MUSIC IS ACCOMPANIED BY MESMERIZING GRAPHIC BACKGROUND IMAGERY. THIS MUSIC IS SO EXCITING. YOU CAN HEAR THEM ON PANDORA & UTUBE HAS THEIR COMPLETE CONCERT FROM LAST YEAR'S  MOORE THEATRE SHOW. CHECK IT OUT. YOUR EARS HEART & SOUL WILL THANK YOU WITH WILD EXUBERANT cheering & clapping APPLAUSE. TRULY INCREDIBLE SOUNDS. DAKHABRAHKA! DAKHABRAKHA!DAKHABRAKHA!

 SEATTLE  SCENES  OF   ONE  DAY  &  NIGHT

still so very actively moving still lifes

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 acrylic paintings by Kris Strell

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