Showing posts with label DVS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DVS. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2020

From typewriter to mail art a journey with letters - from Robin



It's always a delight to receive mail, but getting something from someone you don't know for the first time is a special kind of exciting. Robin from somewhere in the UK (no return address, just an email) sent me some beautiful curious pieces. 

I would say she (or he) 's  a writer in the first instance - clues: poetry, a type writer, a note that suggests a 'retired' mail artist, knows DVS, stories. Also a visual poet: type,  poems that tell their stories moving down and across the page, integrating other graphic marks - it's concrete poetry. Communicator  I feel I know a little bit about Robin having received this mailing. Sense of humour.  What a gift!  Thank you.











Wednesday, October 11, 2017

The cultivated fields and ga of Asemic Front


Inspect the postmark and that will say it all. Before that, I got a message asking if I wanted to take part. Of course I do, but when? It's great that DVS gives me an elastic timeline. But perhaps that is why this has drifted.  I posted these a while ago but I wanted to remind everyone that I have them!

In a way it's good that I have not tried to respond immediately.  I am out of my depth, a feeling I love, but my first response would probably have been to look at what everyone else was doing and to respond with what I thought I should do.  Instead, when I finally get around to embarking on this, I should have embodied it in a way that will keep me from over-thinking it that will come from some other place than thinking.  Overthinking is something DVS has observed that I have a tendency to do… He can't have known I would be so swamped for so long, but it's worked out well, I think.

This is DVS' project, and I am delighted to have received these Asemic Front starters. They appeal to my sense of colour, history, multiculturalism, line, shape and that elispsis thing. I am in a very figurative place right now.  I haven't got my iron out in weeks and weeks.  Either that means I am chomping at my abstract bit, or it means I will struggle to think asemicly. I want to read the pictures - that's probably a bad sign, a bad idea. 

The thing is, I will respond and it should be reasonably soon, I hope. Huge thanks and so pleased to be part of it.  Hope I'm not holding anything up! And if anything will move me to action, it's these inspiring beginnings.