We were sitting around the enormous hearth at Klavworster’s Grotto when the subject of ghosts came up. “Africa is filled with ghosts,” old De Toit said. He closed his eyes and we watched as he conjured the spirits he spoke of. I closed mine too and felt the racing of the dead, human and animal, across a cave painting, the endless hunt, frozen in time. We were all…Continue
Dean Marks, merry prankster in Paris, sent me this gargantuan card. The scans do not convey its heft, supplied by a piece of plexiglas from a fallen traffic signal. In other words, industrial strength trashpo or Traffic Light from the City of Lights (they can spare one). Featured on the front is another of Dean's barcode creations to which he has affixed my head. Aside from aiding and abetting my cult, the entire thing resembles a costume drawing for an Ubu Roi update. The barcode booties…Continue
It's not often we receive full frontal nudity in our mailbox here on Alamo Drive. Especially when it concerns the mail of the species. But KDJ goes boldly where others fear to tread and besides she's merely recording an actual historical event: The Day Johnny Walker Left His Pants at Home. Much like Lady Godiva's famous ride without her extensive PR team, Johnny Walker's Walk, as it's known in the deep, deep impenetrably deep South, was one of those watershed events that turned the tide.…Continue
Sprung from the head of Zeus! Yet again. Another sterling wunderwerk from Skybridge Studios arrived yesterday. Dressed in an understated gold lame envelope festooned with vintage southwestern stamps, this four panel folding book has kind of a hayseed feeling about it. For one, SB has been pushing the envelope of their printer again: all of the text is printed on thin wafers of wood. I’m guessing mahoghany veneer but I could be dead wrong. Anyhow this rusticity is lightly echoed in the nine…Continue
Well, this is what I get for assuming that Cheryl had wrapped her Desk Set in a mere scrap of paper. I was filing away recent incoming when I unfolded this wonderful and huge drawing / mixed media painting featuring three of the demons that live in the watermarks in my ceiling. A sinister all-purpose trio and by the way, rendered with exactitude based on a few notes I scribbled to Cheryl. How does she do it? I suspect KwaZulu sorcery. Thank you, Cheryl and forgive me for my laxitude (is that…Continue
Marie Wintzer sent me excerpts of the incredibly important work she's been doing on Kanji Puffs from her laboratory in Saitoma, Japan. Believe, dear reader,these are earth-shattering findings that will rock the foundations of Cerealism for years to come. I'll let her letter speak for itself.Continue
Marie sent me this characteristically droll and precious book of fragile Japanese ephemera. Inside a delicate wrapping which looks like a catechism or a primer, is a comic book for which Marie has supplied helpful translations.Continue
I've spent a lot of time running down our Postal System for a variety of reasons. Now I must take it all it back because of a remarkable thing that arrived last week. Diane Keys of Elgin, Illinois (home of the infamous Elgin Marbles) (hey, when I make a bad joke, I flog that sucka till I can hear the spleens ringing) Anyway, I arrive home from a hard day at the orifice and what did I find?
Received this yesterday in my email...
Tainted Conceptualism: a conversation with Hassan Khan
We assume that moving away from both self-reflexivity and social representation, leads to pure formalism. Hassan Khan confronts this notion through his use of medium, presentation formats, and the creation of partially flawed conceptual systems. Khan will join Sohrab Mohebbi in conversation to consider the play of conceptual…Continue
I received the latest volley of creativity from the prolific Cheryl Penn who unlike the lilies toils and spins without end. This particular tomette (not a small tomato, but a small tome) is dedicated to my Aunt Ruth who died a few weeks ago and is all about the ephemeral quality of this lively dust we inhabit. We, who are creating ephemera on a daily basis, much of the time, from ephemera, are ephemera are ourselves and Cheryl, with her winding red thread spells out a Carpe Diem that is…Continue
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