Oh gawd, will I ever catch up with my bottomless pile of incoming mail art? (silence) I'm going to try to blog something every day until my fingers fall off my hands in protest. (I can see the Peanut Gallery assembling to watch that in high def). Anyway, here are two pieces of Alicia's which I don't think I've blogged. Alicia belongs to the Lenore Tawney school of collage, well-crafted, compositionally alive and possibly spiritually rich. (That part has to be divined by someone with greater depth than your current narrator). I had cued this one up for blogging when, serendipitously, another piece from Alicia arrived today.
This new one contained these items. The cola brush, so called because it's made from old coke cans, has yet to be tested which I look forward to manaña. It comes with its own protective snood. Also included was my missing enneagram with its long forgotten portents and digressions. Thank you, Alicia. And stay tuned for those fingers dropping with tiny thuds to the floor.