There's poetry in the way Diane Keys mixes her text and trash. YOU are directed around, through, under and beyond. I feel like I am in the sky, flying through veils of pastel coloured air. The wind whips up stuff and it drifts into envelopes. Letters dance. I need this.
'He thrusts his fists across the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.' Belatedly happy Halloween!
And Diane mailed me back my Dkult Doodle therapy sheet. That seems so 2016. Thanks how do I make it 2019? I submitted for the pastel society today so have a year to send mail art again! And I will.