Oh the joy of not having a plan, aleotoric mailart. Took a random page from a leftover altered book project and let words jump out at me. It was an art history book and somehow my brother in law's ugly divorce came through and obviously it was a response to Katerina's beautiful both sides now CD that I received earlier in the week!
Limner Mail ARt #27, "Unique Berd Catcher" *It began as a drawing for my little friends, and members of the Girlfriend Bling Club. Then it morphed into their membership cards. An envie. And stationery. Mail art for kids is easy-peasy. It's fun. It wakes the kid inside, and I get to use all my markers! I used to boast, "This is the only joke I ever get right." I learned it's not a joke. It's a riddle, huh?
Well the last letter was the hardest to find something for and I can't imagine who would want mailart of a generic village sign. The thing is, village signs really are pretty endemic in England. 'V' is for village sign! I can feel a abstract phase coming on for March!
Limner Mail Art #26, "Weed Art" *So, I like to use my macro to shoot these tiny weed flowers in our back yard. We take them for granted. I like the little darlin' so why not pass the weed on to someone in, say . . . Washington state, or Ohio? I used the neon yellow hi-light marker but you can't tell by looking. Still and all, green has yellow in its DNA, right? Oh, happy day. One postcard going out!
Envoi de "E" à Roberto Formigoni - Quartiere Cesare Abba - Trav. IV N°15 - 25127 Brescia - Italie
Projet : 1914-2014 -Cavellini :Sa gloire durera pour toujours
Technique : libre, mais avec intervention sur enveloppe avec timbres (snailart)
Format : libre
Délai : décembre 2012
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Votre travail doit être envoyé à: Roberto Formigoni - Cavellini’s centenary - Quartier Cesare Abba - Traversa sesta N°15 - 25127 Brescia - Italie
Limner Mail Art #25, "Tree Mail" *The back of an envie done while watching "The Matrix" for the 11th time. Not sure why the neon yellow doesn't come through, so I'll use regular yellow the second time around. The story goes something like this: The wind and the old tree had an argument. The wind roared so hard it blew the tree naked. Shamed, the tree grew thousands of branches to catch the wind . . .