The Spatula Center represents Assemblage artists and their utensils. Permanent installations only. You see, I lost my blog. Last year, Mental Kudzu went the way of many internet foibles and I am recreating it, bit by bit, via the WayBack Machine. Here’s a bit… there will be more. Friends and foe alike are asking the same question. Why go from writing to 3-D mixed media art? This question, more often than not, is accompanied by...

*This must have been around the middle of Season Two: Flannery came into the Center sporting a worried look and nasty black eye. “Don’t say a word, Farquart… and don’t laugh. Yes, yes… I was sleepwalking again. Fell off the fire escape right onto the hood of a 1974 Ford F-150 truck. Hurt like a sumbitch. Velma’s truck. Dented the hood like someone smacked a deer going 75 on the Interstate. Liked to break my arm. Doctor said to me, he...

“NO! yOu MuSt NOt aLigN tHOse tWo ITems In ThAT MaNNer!” Flannagan Wilder arrives at The Spatulate Center quite ruffled and discombobbled. (readers should note: FeW aLwaYs SpEAks) Bernja Deen handles the news calmly. He’s quite busy this morning, what with the recent arrival of the Monster Book Exhibit from Pittsburgh’s Schenley Farms Museum. “FeW, welcome, it’s a pleasure as always. And, as always, I ask you, most kindly, to recall...