Showing posts with label asemic vispo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label asemic vispo. Show all posts

Friday, July 1, 2022

Asemic of Reflection



Sunset reflections near Rebecca Resinki's house

Below, rather inferior scans of Rebecca's beautiful recent pamphlet. I love both and will look at them and muse. 
Musing will do me good. Reflection is necessary.
Rebecca apologises for not responding more quickly.
My correspondents must be absolutley fed up with me.
Thank you all and thank you, Rebecca, for a beautiful mailing.




The huge and encyclopaedic Anatomy of Melancholy was produced by the English clergyman Robert Burton (1577–1640). It explores a dizzying assortment of mental afflictions, including what might now be called depression. Burton considers melancholy to be an ‘inbred malady’ in all of us and admits that he is ‘not a little offended’ by it himself 










Sometimes the machine imprint on a letter is vispo in itself. 

 

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Crociata: mail art crusade




There's always a risk when you use Google translate to understand your mail art. This figure is on a crusade of joy and what's more joyous than a postbox full of mail art, unless you are hopelessly behind in sending and blogging! The back of this beauty is  a poly pocket sheet. So not only is this collaged vispo, it is also trashpo.


 Is this a page of Cheryl's book? Mailart makes the world a town? And it's another map woman.
 Calligraphy anchors this trashpo collage 

Thank you, Bruno, it's a beautiful mailing!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Asemic Vispo for Rebecca 9.27.2014 (DeVillo Sloan)


Leave it to De Villo Sloan to send me something that makes ME speechless! 

I learned a long time ago that feeling daunted by something you can't quite pin down is a useless emotion.  You need to re-read it, live with it for a while and it will speak to YOU and your reading of it will be your reading of it and really that's all that counts.  If it moves you it's a success.

So what I like is the rhythm.  It's like a slide on an acoustic guitar.  I see lots of things in it but I'm not conviced that's the point. The colours feel egyptian.  It's full of ellipsis and a determination to be heard. It's a treasure! I'll be re-reading it again and again.


So that was the serious bit.  And this is the Mink Ranch bit. I will never tire of the Mink Ranch. Today when I was walking Lyra I was almost figuring out a reply.  

Although correspondence with the Mink Ranch is sporadic, it is hugely appreciated and worth the wait.  DVS reminds me that once upon a time I was a faithful member of the ML community… it's all just time, and I miss the bunkhouse flicks, but I'll be back and you should too!
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Did you notice the DKULT stamp etc?