Cheryl penn's Comments

Gracias Cheryl! cuando ya tenía terminado mi libro vi el modo de construcción que explicabas y realmente me hubiera gustado hacerlo de ese modo. En el futuro construiré algún otro libro a modo de acordeón! 

Cool!  glad it got there, enjoy

john

Thank you, Cheryl, I wrote Svetlana, but as you have a copy...that will be great to get it! How about asking Heather if she can send a copy to me of her Ascemic #3? She may not check her messages here at IUOMA.

I'll wait a while yet to see if the others can send, and save you the  trouble of copying. xx

It always stops raining at some point

At night I pushed buttons, there was no response, have my fingertips lost their concentrated sensitivity? Or perhaps it was just that the battery was near exhaustion having spent all day stretched by peering through the darkening slats of a rotating polarizing filter, the day skies darkened as a higher altitude was captured. I have removed it now and the battery warms to the restorer of power. Round my neck, close to my ear, show me the buttons that slow the chatter to a soft whisper.

Last night I was not harrassed by wingéd sanguine suckers, have they learned a lesson perhaps? Perhaps the species is offended by my refusal to lay out soft towels, antibiotics and stomach pumps?

HHi Cheryl! We received your beautifully stitched mail art this week and we LOVE your composition. What a great poem you included on the back side too. We will post a photo of that in a moment. So worth sharing and we cannot wait to create you something next. 

See you in the mail soon!
Sarah & Nick "BarnArt" in NC 

Hi Cheryl!!Russia art muzeum Taganrog)Cheryl artbook)))

Glad it made it there safely  and that you liked it! I am busy too with few projects and bit and pieces...take care!

cheers

my dear... the NIKON hanging around my neck is snapping close to the max my cervical spine can carry, besides which, I know where all it's essential buttons are, whereas...

What I was using before was my big, powerful desktop, at home, on the super snel digital highway, here, far from home, I am using my laptop and a server that doesn't want me to be communicative, doesn't recognise diddly.

That sticky thing on the ceiling is the residue of the mosquito I tortured a while and eventually executed last night, then I strutted around this Venetian apartment blood, probably my own, dripping from the death dealing hands, as though I were the hunter of the season. Another decided to take refuge under the rim of the toilet bowl, I did not throw her the life jacket from under the stool seat but with grim determination flushed her to that great canal at the end of the street.

In my world Sean is a very amusing sheep.

hugs

Oh, happy day! Not one, not two...but THREE mail art pieces from you today! 'Going to blog and post everywhere.

 Thank you so much...what a treat!!!

It is a happy GOTJ and ZALOP day! xxx