Monday, July 8, 2019

Sensations - Extremes coexist

Extrovert, introvert or 'enorm', Herman has a way of reflecting the world back through the characters he choses  that tell stories that might exist.  As I have thought about my own work, I have realised that this is what I care about too, telling stories that may be true or may be invented but that we can believe. 
While this green-gloved beauty might be a well-known face, she conjures up Anna Karenina on the cusp of attracting Vronsky for me. A good book is worth a thousand images and vica versa. The man with the 'eye patch' has pathos too.  From whom is his postcard relic and is he writing to her? and if so, 'is she really going out with him?' and if so, he must have done something remarkable.  These images are the inside images of collaged card that stands 24 cm.  Below is Elisabeth Bas.  Perhaps this is her story?

Age has left its imprint on the memory, scratching the marbled paper removing the colour from the painted walls.
Marker Meisje … (from Marken?) stands by the canal and possibly the sea. In the juxtaposition we seem to learn about her, a small town girl with dreams to travel to Amsterdam or perhaps a child participant in the resistance? 
I usually paraphrase what Herman writes to me but I enclose this to show you his wonderful handwriting.


Herman and I have been exchanging for quite a few years now and ss I have got to know him (in the mail), I have learned a bit about his life. The title from this blog comes from the English translation of 'Prinkkels' at Museum Dr. Guislain Gent http://www.museumdrguislain.be/en where Herman's mail art and drawings are on permanent display! I am not surprised… Herman's drawings have been the starting point of plenty of mail art collaborations and they make up some of my treasured mail art.





Like so many mail artists (and artists) we have an abundance of artistic impulse and I satisfy this by working compulsively, gathering material and using it to make the next thing. I suspect that Herman does too.  Thank you for the beautiful work (as ever), Herman, and for a little chink of time to ponder the dichotomy of extremes.





Thursday, July 4, 2019

Lost in Temptation: hobnobs, puddings and egg drops


Has Tofu visited the UK lately? Or perhaps he has been to a commonwealth country.  That's the only place that you'd find a 'Ministry of Hobnobs', a 'Pudding Museum' or a 'Hotel Eggdrop'. Let's hope the earthquake that we're all learning about hasn't affected these venerable structures! Not meaning any offence… perhaps we should all take a tea break.  Thank you Tofu.


Wednesday, June 12, 2019

The Adventures of the Family Next Door

I love that David has called his carefully cut and culled material GRIST.  Adorable and perfect!
I love it all but have only scanned some of it.  Those stamps are gorgeous.  How did I miss those? Clearly mail coming soon so I can use them!

This is a bit of a hotchpotch the way I have scanned it… Never mind. Below is the back of the envelope. DAvid doesn't even know that we have had rain rain rain and today there was a drip drip drip drip and I wondered whether the thatch was leaking.  EVentually i saw that it was coming from the chimney. More pointing needed? I hope not! to date we haven't needed to drape a tarp over the thatch but could David be foretelling?

And what I like of all below is EVERYTHING.  And that we, the people, are a peculiar bunch with strange taste and obsessions. Not sure I choose A.









Thanks David!

Music For Imaginary Products


Jude has invented the perfect place to get away from it all… He calls his score Music for Imaginary Products Hurrican Home... and this is the theme tune for the turmoil of today, both real and metaphorical, (I think).  He begins with a gladiator and ends with a nod to the big bad wolf huffing and puffing.  those pointing fingers make me think of a particular figure in the news now too. and we are just bobbing buoys.  I know I feel that way.

Brilliant mailing, Jude.  Thank you!

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

The Prison of our Situations

 Now, I suspect that Cascadia is projecting about our orange haired unindicted co-conspirator with this mailing of a Cell Search worksheet  WHERE DID HE GET THAT and why is it pink?  but the way my brain works when I see 'excessive books and magazines' is that I start to wonder if Cascadia knows more about me than I think he does...I get a little squeamish.  My throat constricts and I feel trapped (by my excessive collections of stuff). I tell myself that I need all this stuff to rifle though as I find my next motif, idea, direction… and even though I have the most wonderful, beautiful studio on earth, sometimes when I walk through the incessant English rain, unlock the door see the piles of things that are starts of ideas or not-yet ideas I feel like I live in my own kind of prison.  Not really, but a little bit, once in a while!

Chi li ha visti?

 Pleased to have greetings from Giovanni and Renata StraDA DA in Matera! Not entirely sure who Michael Palin is traveling to Bethlehem with… but they make a great family. 

MANY THANKS!


Thursday, June 6, 2019

Telepathic Empathic Mail Art


It's really great to get mail art from Debra and to find out that she is a fan of my fused plastic collages! and what's even better is she enough of a fan to send me some wonderful stuff in a her bespoke 'far out' envelope. 

The first thing is an envelope boekie, made by Dan Buck and embellished by Debra. The last time someone sent me a collaborative book that I wasn't expected to add to and send back was Guido. So it's a special thing. Although maybe the empty page is for me to add to and send back to Ed? I tend to archive everything, meaning to send on add and pass things and somehow too much time passes and then they go up to my archive. But if I should continue this, just say.

























And as for Debra's 'sign'.  I love that Debra saw my name and thought of me! 

I have been working on some fused plastic on and off for a few weeks.  I am hanging a lot of my plastic and books at a show in Colchester in August. Everything (well a lot of my fused plastic) always (… or even sometimes) begins as mail art and then I realise it's something that I am working through so can't send it out YET. That's what's happening now. You can see what I'm taking about just below the back of Debra's envelope. After  made Looming Lights, a book I took apart and then reassembled so i coul sew plastic into it, I deconstructed a dictionary with the intention of mailing out all the pages.  I worked in a flurry of activity and then couldn't send them…YET. That doesn't mean Debra won't get her fused plastic. It just means it might take a little while.

Huge thanks Debra! Love it all.