This blogging thing gets away from me. I've got stuff that goes back to the late Creataceous age. So...I resolve to make no more mail art until I catch up with my thank yous. What prompts this totally unworkable resolution is an amazing mandala that arrived today from Suus. Check it out. This is a person who can stay between the lines. After my lizard brain is through thinking: "What kind of drugs is she on, anyway?" I begin to appreciate the amount of work involved in an undertaking of this sort and I resolve to be more like her in the planning phase of my mail art. (This is also an untenable resolution). Thank you, Suus.
Alicia Starr, who has sent me several collages which I will get to by God, breaks new ground with this drawing that compares the High Desert Rat of which I am him and the Iowa City Rat of which she is her. Also included: a natural history of these various rats. Funny how these Iowa Rats think the High Desert Rats are livin' the life o' Riley. Though we appear to smile it is only the rictus of despair, Alicia. How she found out about my pickle ball court I'll never know. Thank you, Alicia.
Katerina has been extremely generous in providing me dress patterns for my ginormous collection of big hair babes from the 60s. Here are two of her postcards set to the music of haute couture. Both the dress and the chair are taken from Katerina's postcards. There's a ton more which I have yet to blog. I am sooo behind. The dress works better than the chair but they both exude the joi de Mediteranee of which Katerina partakes every day. Thank you, Katerina.
Finally, Cheryl H. of Menlo Park where I used to live sent me this pair of breasts she made from things just lying around the house. I put in a call to Martha Stewart as soon as they arrived. Facsimile of phone conversation: "Martha....Dave here. Listen, I found one more thing you can do with old egg cartons, should you be interested." Click. Some people have no real interest in learning once they get past a certain age. It's sad when you think about it. So let's not. Instead...I thank Cheryl and all the ladies who sent me stuff. I am not worthy he repeated into the dark and silent night.