So I was pedaling around the internet early this morning, and I arrived at the online doorstep of the Long Island artist Kasha. This great big blue knocker was hanging in the middle of this ancient wood-slab door with wrought-iron hinges. A crow was off in the distance, noisily grinding his beak away against the edge a rock that had once been a part of wall surrounding Kasia’s “place”.

Okay, I’ll stop the silliness here, but seriously, Kasia’s site makes you want to share and roll about in stories. Perfumed stories. Candle-lighted stories. Stories where little blue fishes float by with Mardi Gras beads floating behind them in a pale wind.  This Polish-born mixed media artist has a gift.  I don’t know much about her, but after touring her site and exploring her work I think I could take a long vacation in her inner life. One of those sojourns you don’t go on very often because you never expected to in the first place. The journey found you.

Well, I can’t encourage my dear readers strongly enough to take a visit to MotherofMars.com, Kasha’s site. Its bound to be cumbersome if you don’t have broad band. Though I suspect its well worth the wait for anyone who enjoys the lick of salt on the air and the creak of heavy timbers underfoot. There, can you smell it – are those the cloves of Zanzibar

Now, be forewarned – Kasha is working out a theory, no a new “movement” called “Fusionism.”  I’m not sure exactly what it is, but I think its like hip hop, except spicier and mostly two-dimensional. From what I can tell there is a blend of mysticism and surrealism with a health dose of dada here and there.  Beyond that, well, we’ll have to keep watching!