CtlAltDel's Blog – February 2023 Archive (7)

I have a side project where I cast small plaster skulls, number them, and leave them in random spots around the city for people to find. It's not Mail Art of course, it's more like Street Art....but I prefer to think of it as Guerrilla Art.

(Ssshhh, don't tell anyone)…

I've been thinking about hosting a Mail Art event and wondering what the theme, exhibition location etc could be. My latest thoughts have been to gather all the works I receive and pin them to a large overcoat. I would then visit the national gallery, national museum, commercial galleries etc and photograph/film myself wearing it as I walk around. If anyone asked about the works I'd hand them a small catalogue. So I'd be a walking exhibition gallery. Just a thought at this stage.

Just sharing my love of Indian matchbox art

Wouldn't it be cool if one of the artists representing their country at the Venice Biennale decided to turn over the whole pavilion to a huge international Mail Art call out. There's something delightful in telegraphing the idea that all of us can be creative - even if we don't necessarily all call ourselves, 'artists' - and we all can have a voice, be seen, contribute to a conversation. Afterall, that's what social media has brought us. Or perhaps a Museum of Mail Art that accepts…

I can always see the line waver and I think that's where the beauty is - Margaret Killgallen

My artistic challenge today is to make something for the Word and Movement / Wort und Bewegung exhibitions in Tübingen and Stuttgart (Germany). I've been looking at Muybridge photos for inspiration: 

First started Mail Art back in the 1980s - well before the Internet. Everything was by snail mail. You'd send off your work into the void and maybe a couple of months later you'd receive a catalogue. As a teenager that was exciting. Now of course connecting is so much easier. And I'm not sure why I haven't reconnected sooner!

Between then and now I graduated from art school, travelled the world, exhibited my work here and there, lived in a shack in the bush of Tasmania with no…