More Sighs From New Mexico

[David Stafford]

I haven't been present here much and I would like to say that I had Beri Beri or a bout of Scurvy or some other exotic excuse but the truth is I have fallen behind...way behind in my gratitudinal offerings. This is a chronic problem for me as many of you know. I have received art in the past few months from (in no particular order) Marie Wintzer, Marie Wintzer and Marie Wintzer, also Dame Mail Arta, Gilberte Vermeulen, Helder Coelho Dias, Nadine Wendell Mojica, Diane Keys, Janine Weiss, Michael Harford, LIsa Iversen, tictac, Kerri Pullo, Carina Granlund, Suus in Mokum, Vizma Bruns, Cheryl Penn, Moan Lisa, Dean Marks, Lesley Magwood Fraser, Angie Cope, Cheryl H., Katerina Nikoltsou and Nancy Bell Scott. Thank you, thank you, thank you...O good people, forgive me my trespasses and my lapses. Marvelous textures, dadaesque poetry and porn, a cornucopia of trashpo, an embarrassment of riches and rags, and books....many books. Print may be dying but books are coming up through the cracks in the pixelated grid and fighting back with stitch and staple, tape and string. I'm trying to get back on track here but the guilt factor has dampened my enthusiasm for creating. I know this problem exists in my head but unfortunately this is the head I was given at birth and one that has to see me through a few more years...so I am officially copping out by pressing the big reset button and starting anew. What this means when the obfuscation is cleared away is you may not see what you've sent me appear in the blogosphere. This doesn't mean I didn't appreciate it. It does mean that I have to make a difficult choice between blogging and creating and goldurnit I selfishly want to do the latter. As a wise old man said, "time is more precious than gold but water is more precious than either of them and lemonade is good on a hot day." He continued in this vein until we had to drag him away. Please forgive me. I'll try to do better. I'd like to quote a few things from some books I've read recently:

"I thought the ink

Had run out

The ideas

Dried up

The words

Wasted

The ghost gone

...

She had to wonder

What on earth could

Go Wrong

next?

What would be the last

Words

Ever written?

Would the world

still be able to even

spell

goodbye?

 --Cheryl Penn

and this.....

Your request will be late late late! The far side will be found later. The person you wait for will go singing through the air. Building a new house and removal are both visible in the gloom. Marriage, employment and traveling are only on three legs.

--Marie Wintzer, A Musical Tinkle

and finally....

I have received and understand the instructions in this handout.

-- Diane Keys, Keep This Coupon

 

The somewhat less enchanting Dave

 

[Suus in Mokum]

No stress! 80% of the worries we have will never come out. That i read in a book... And i am tempted to believe it. Happy new start with creating. Beautiful blog... Good start ;))

[David Stafford]

Thanks Lisa....It's so good to see all of you, even in pixelated form.

[David Stafford]

Thanks Diane, I've been incorporating pieces of your trashpo offerings into other mail art. When it rains it trashpos....

[DKeys]

David, it is great to 'see' you again and this blog is fantastic. I think we all need a Get Out of Blog Guilt  free card to play regularly. Blog Guilt---it's not just for Catholics anymore

[cheryl penn]

:-))) - DONT fret, you'll upset the book and it will refuse to happen and... - what I mean is - it will be ready when its ready - thats the nature of books - they REFUSE to be hurried and delighted potential recipients FULLY understand this XX

[David Stafford]

Cheryl, the boekie's in the mail...almost...not quite...just about......

[cheryl penn]

David Stafford - Absence is in the air :-)  "Print may be dying but books are coming up through the cracks in the pixelated grid and fighting back" - tenacious creatures - thank goodness - I shall frazzle without them :-) - create instead of blog - thats it. XX

[David Stafford]

Thanks, Nancy...good to see you too. I have one of your pieces on my desk and view with fondness every day. Let our blogjams break up with the rising tide and float up into the sky, connecting the constellations like tinker toys.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

David. Your mailbox photo makes this post especially worth it.

Way better to start anew than to let blogging-on-the-brain prevent you from creativity due to guilt and so on.  (Believe me, I know the dilemma personally and, in fact, currently. Again.)

Maybe we should climb into a clothesdryer and tumble around until all that inhibiting crappola gets shaken out of our brains? Yah, it sounds good!  You go first!

You are not less enchanting. Just look at this post. Great to see ya!