An envelope stuffed with goodies from Alicia Starr Ryan. The Widow Jane. (Not getting the reference but it doesn't matter. The picture is conjure-worthy). Love that sneer. The gun is fake as is the anger but I wouldn't mess with her either way. (Don't you love the way women in movies are never far from their lipstick, even while sleeping or tubbing.) Also a boekie made up of cuts up from an old ad. The cartoonist, Helen Hokinson, manages to bring a sly sophistication to a soap ad. Is this a good place to acquaint people with my flickr page which features lots of wonderful, sinister, shocking, sex-filled and charming ads like this one? No? Okay. Then thank you, Alicia.
A cool banana collage from Angie Cope. I've gotten a few banana things which is great considering I didn't join the mail art call this year. (I ran out of things to say about them. Maybe next year). But this is especially endearing because I remember old Bob Steele. You probably do too if you're of a certain age and logged a few million hours in front of the television. Bob, in the incarnation that I knew him, was always a heavy, usually facing off with Roy Rogers or Hopalong Cassidy. But in his youth he was the matinee idol. Such is the trajectory of old age. You start off all dewy eyed with a banana hat-full of possibilities and you wind up getting shot over and over by Roy Rogers. Thank you, Angie.
Could we have a moment of silence for Our Lady of the Precious Refuse. Okay, that's enough. Here, not in its, entirety is a boekie Diane made from her forays into the nitty gritty off Elgin Ephemera. She walks the mean streets so that we may better understand the times we live in. Also she is a paid employee of Elgin Parks and Recreation.
But wait...since I began this blog several weeks ago I've received this.
She's an artist. She's an anthropologist. Stop! You're both right. Finally, on the back of a financial statement for the Sharon Schools...this:
Just the one little feather. That was all! Thank you, Diane. It's lovely.
In a similar vein, Nadine Wendell-Mojica sent me a packet of stuff straight outta Burbank including her own drawings which tend to be character types like this little woman.
Somewhat sad, somewhat repulsive as well as totally human and funny in a way that makes you hesitate to laugh. Thank you Nadine.
And out of the beautiful blue comes a suite of prints from PetroPetal in South Africa. Gold on black, they fit together beautifully both stylistically and thematically. Truly a musical suite. I think I hear a flute and possibly an oboe.
Thank you everyone. Over and out. Wait. Wait...would this be a good time to talk about my flickr site? No? Okay. Great. Fine...