Sunday, December 4, 2016

Touched by DKult mail art

I love these simple Dkult stickers and I am touched that they arrived in the big fat envelope about a week ago from Diane. I feel the good vibe of mail art friendship all the way from Elgin.

Diane has been making fabric and this blessing as well as the Egyptian symbols  will come in handy when I finally make my prayer flag… How did she know? Or perhaps they will become part of a collab book…  Oh mail art, you inspire me! 


I notice there is proliferation of stamps at the moment.  I suspect it is part of the soft protest movement in the face of our recent election upsets. Although the white version is fab, I prefer the violet, I will find it difficult to share these!




 Diane knows I LOVE her dyed paper and again I think I will make a teeny DK/RG book.  These would be perfect endpieces.  Carina, should I send it to you?

 Dkult is about optimism, for me, and what better than an outing to the forest to frolic with the hobbits? But lest we forget that we are joined to this insane world, I have a
practical add and pass of the most urgent nature.

And then, it's back to the doodles.  I have been doodling up a storm lately.  I find when I have had a particulalry busy period that I need to distance myself from the  'serious' or purposeful play of art making by making mail art. Doodles have been my go to re-entry form this time.  So, I guess it's time to dig up all those unfinished doodle pages (these are chock- a- block full) and make some new DKult Doodle therapy bookies.  Who wants to take part?






Saturday, December 3, 2016

De'ath Gives Life Meaning - DTR


Where have all the flowers gone? Why has it been difficult to get up in the morning since Brexit, post Trump election win? Dave the Rave has created an assembledge that I carefully unpicked to see if he could enlighten me on what to do next.





I think DTR is telling us that all those people who cast their protest vote about the way the world is going in order to object to the disparity that we're in the midst of, might regret their vote now. Maybe he's telling us that soft protests like sending incensed mail art might be better for the world in the long run as a vote in protest got us a broken Europe and a Trump. 

Cheer up Dave, it's your birthday and the sun is over the yardarm!

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Braincell 960

As ever, delighted to receive the latest braincell from Ryosuke Cohen, even though I haven't sent anything in some time! I see lots that is familiar from the Sticker Dude.  In fact quite a few people that I have exchanged with, more reminders that life has got in the way of mail art too much lately.

I have to admit to making a rubber stamp in response. Such a great project!

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Peop shuf a like bum ano cru - Halloween colours from Finland


I like to think of Carina under the big moon at about 2 in the afternoon gamboling with the horses in Finland, but most likely she is in her studio beavering away. She must be for me to receive such a stuffed package (about a week ago).


Inside this priority post is a present, FOR ME.  aimlessly tied with a red-orange bow of string. Inside the tissue paper is Peop shuf a like bum ano cru a wonderfully haptic black and grey and about every other monochrome colour one can make. It's a picture book with a few guiding words.


…but more of that later!

Not sure if Carina has been drinking the kool aid but apparently she is driving to invisibility with DKult. Whatever, it is a very cool collage, reverse tape transfer, or something. It is the front of a card with a secret message for me inside.  Also in  the package are some vintage comics. I presume they are for me to use, alter, send back?



So now it's time for the inside of Peop shuf a like bum ano cru which it turns our is not a cut-up, but an obscured bit of sensible writing.  Primed, I open onto a dystopian world. Although perhaps it is just other-worldly?












I can't express enough how beautiful this boekie is to hold.  It reminds me of the roadrunner and a time when we watched black and white tv.  It is definately a pre-internet world where sounds, forms and visions are born on a page and live thereafter. Does Carina have names for these amazing creatures and where is this world of scratchy clouds, watery landscape and shadows that become creatures?




Saturday, November 12, 2016

An apology from America

A certain kind of regret you get from looking back in time...
The tone of this mailing from David is blue. And what I felt upon opening it, the slant of light you notice when looking back in time, or looking forward at a time in life when you might feel more is behind you than in front. It's how I have felt since I stayed up all night willing the American people to make the only reasonable choice.

Part of the feeling is from what David says, part of it is what I make of it, knowing what I know now and part of it is the contrast between the exhuberant monotype image and the faded slide. 



As an American living in England I inhabit a particular space. I can't easily be pigeon-holed but as soon as I speak people make assumptions.  Since the election, I have chosen who to speak to with care. Although just a little over half of Britain voted for Brexit, it feels like way more than that percentage knows that what America did when it elected Trump was tomfoolery. I feel ashamed when I speak here.

But my uncomfortableness is nothing in comparison to how those Trump maligned must feel. David, I forgive you!  But also know that we share a similar vision for the future.  The thing is, how do we get there? And if you are telling me to smile… it's still a bit early.



Joel Cohen and Dostoyevsky ask for empathy

I don't think this envelope from The sticker dude could have been sent post election, but it's hard for the election not to colour everything I see and feel and hear. What I notice first is the little Dostoyevsky sticker… 'as a general rule, people, even the wicked, are much more naive and simple-hearted than we suppose. and we ourselves are too.'

So I told everyone I could that THERE WAS NO WAY  Donald Trump would be elected. So as I watched the election, I did notice how glib the newscasters were and I felt a tiny twinge of, this feels a little like Brexit night, and wondered if they might be a lttile sorry about their confidence in the Americans 'doing the right thing', the only reasonable thing. I guess I am naive, the newscasters were naive, so many of us just didn't sense the way things were going. Maybe Joel was sending me a gentle reminder not to count my chickens…

The frog watching the fly on the TV makes me remember when Reagan won and my confused awe that that had happened. How can this happen twice in my lifetime? No, this is much worse.


There is no doubt which way Joel wanted things to go… I will watch with baited breath to see what the hoisting looks like, because, for sure it must be coming to the president elect.










My sister is having trouble sleeping. Our daughter went to a beautiful place somewhere in Scotland to look at the view, climb a snow-capped maountain in order to escape from this post-truth life. I can't bear to hear his voice and shout at the radio when he speaks. But Joel reminds me of a few things in this mailing: 1. come uppance comes; 2. humour is the best way to get mad; 3. I don't know everything but I do believe that not everything people say is true  and I can't change the way other people feel and think, unfortunately. 

I am deciding to enjoy Obama's last month or so and am hoping the hoisting happens before the swearing in.

Below are some of the contents from another halloween/clippings/Dylan mailing.