“Thanks for the info regarding Nam June Paik. And the guy Leonardo Da Vinci was impersonating in the dream.”

“Compelling images through air pockets and verbal liberty. Like the dot dot dots of Celine, or the aphorisms of Goethe. BTW Have you ever visited Lascaux?”

“We remind you of  someone? Perhaps that would be John Fisher, Bishop of Winchester, who was beheaded in 1535.”

“Thanks for that bit about Artaud. Sending you a drawing of our cat impersonating Max Ernst.”

“In that dream about Duchamp,  he showed up as a readymade that grew hands and clapped.”

“Spent years in TriBeCa right next to Chinatown, fascinated by the aroma of ginger scallion pancakes and the sound of clicking chopsticks. Enclosed is a loop of clicks to add to your sound collage.”

“So glad you two appreciate Joyce and Giotto. Let’s meet at the Greek diner for rice pudding.”

“A couple of years ago I went through a phase of fish dreams too. So now, after you mentioned something about talking pike reciting Heraclitus, a flying sardines smoking cigarettes, a brook trout doing math, and bonito with tinnitus, I decided to take up art!”

“It’s been thunder and lightening here most of the day. Not the best for fish-kite flying but great for the sound texture!”

“From one post-minimalist to another (or two others) yes, Asia, for now.”

“Were you two in the Artists Derby Race last week? I arrived with a three-wheeler that resembled Avalokiteshvara. As expected, the contraption fell apart just when  the big event got started.”

“Yes, Rilke, as long as it’s in the language of fishes.”

”Cultured  Venus with spirited imagination. I’m into cave painting, slow dancing, nights on the roof, and lots of pericardial ignition. Here’s a photo and a drawing.”

“The picture I sent has R-rated content. Hope you don’t mind. : )”

“Sure, lets begin. You first?”

“The wings of imagination need an opportunity for making a real impression.”

“What do you mean FOUND OBJECT?”

“According to your last message, celestial gardening is what it’s all about. You two are definitely on my art-favorites list.”

“I prefer De Kooning sung in Long Island Dutch. Or Serra’s Tilted Arc played with a violin bow.”

“Good thing I could imagine you two in my sleep, otherwise you’d be just a bunch of gobbletygook symbols and icons.”

“You tend to be a bit mysterious since you didn’t answer any of my questions, like what’s your astrology sign, what art your favorite colors?”

“You two were obviously baptized bachelors but have never been confirmed. There doesn’t seem to be an option for sidereal astrology. I was left hanging!”

“Bribing the saints can lead to miraculous discoveries and body restoratives. Thanks for your attention.”

“Blaring blue above. Thanks for your trans-Atlantic cryptogram.”

“Your mentioning kinetic energy gets a girl like me excited!”

“Nearby there was, maybe still is, a little shop where an very elderly Ukrainian sells honey with his 70 year-old daughter. Artists and musicians  congregate on the stoop in front of their store, commiserating while adding honey to their beer.”

“Converging at infinity with cowbells and pink skies, wow, take me to the river!”

“Is my skirt TOO short?”

“In Stuttgart, there was an artist who exclusively did fish art: watercolors on large sheets of heavy paper, blazing oils on even larger sheets of heavy paper, and a few collages when he was out of paper.”

“Clathered, kindled and conflated lightening…and a bit of seasoning throughout the hips. So, hell yeah, I’ll wear high heels!”

“Ongoingly, your double adverbiality catches like neon. Do let us know, esp. since we enjoy how you work with high-speed spinning discs.”