Paper, stamps, calligraphy, wax seals, inks, ephemera, maps, storytelling, luscious paint, printmaking, and little illustrations in the margins...I love them so much that I could eat them.
Literature major, bookbinder, embroiderer, ailurophile, sketchbook filler, collector of languages, shoestring vagabond (Beware! I have three passports, and I know how to use them...)
An eye for an eye.
I'm still looking for my mail ART soulmate.
I invest plenty of energy, earnestness, and effort in mail art. I know it's supposed to be non-precious, a rejection of bourgeois aesthetics, dada, punk, anti-beauty anti-art...but I can't help myself. If I'm going to do anything, I prefer to send stuff that is made from scratch, with care, by hand. I often spend a whole day on one piece...
That said, if you send a quick piece of craft store scrapbooking ready-mades, you will receive the same.
But send me an eye, by god, and you will get an eye. *winks*
PO Box 1032
Parap NT 0804
[I love that in this original version of the poem, there was an address at the bottom, and it was Allen Ginsberg's personal postal address. I sometimes wonder if this post box still exists, or if they had to cancel it because the new owners keep getting mail from people touched by Ginsberg's poetry?]
"I will send a picture, too
if you will send me one…