Sunday, February 22, 2015
I was quite busy this weekend. I ended up making twelve cards, two of which are big thank you notes. Not only did I start to collab books, but I put enough in them that I was able to make the packages. So those are ready to go out. I’ve noticed that I leave all of my stuff on the living room coffee table I end up getting a lot done. I need to do this for most weekends.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I honestly do not remember sending something to this magazine. I don’t know when it was or where I saw the all call but I obviously sent something to them. It’s fun getting surprised by a project like this. The zine is based in Berlin Germany. Seeing how many artists have submitted to this particular edition is impressive. The amount of work and money that someone put into the project is insane. Having this many participants all around the world means a pretty hefty cost. Flipping through the zine I recognize quite a few people’s names. Anyway, what a great project and what a wonderful surprise.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
One of the successes of mail art was figuring out how to subvert the curatorial process. Mail art was a smart ass and mischievous bastard and that’s why I love it so much. As a punk rock kid it taps into so many things I love. My initial interest was because of this rebelliousness. Now that I’ve been involved in making and sending and receiving for so many years, I want to branch out. Here the problems start to appear. So I’ve got this whole mail-art project using the visage of a friend going. This image could be replaced with a number of different things. Mail-artists take this image and create something new, that’s what they do, and that’s what they’ve done for years. Although I’m posting all of these images online for the past few weeks, the only people that see them are the people that flip through Facebook at that exact time. So much of the great work has gone unnoticed, which a shame is considering the quality of the responses I’ve received. I want more people to see them. I want more people to have fun with the image and learn more about this mail-art thing. Maybe I want Winston to learn a little more about this whole thing? Here’s the problem, where do I show these to a larger grouping of people in a different context? Now I’m entering into the realm of the curatorial process, which I was never meant to do. None of my friends (close friends, people I go on vacation with, and drink with) or very few of my close friends, make art that isn’t music. I kind of get the music thing, it makes sense, I’ve been privy to a lot of conversations about whole that whole monster works. I do mail art; I don’t know how art works. I didn’t draw as a kid. I never had an art class either in history or composition. There’s a wall. To put it out there that I have all of these things, enough for a show (could get bigger…might get much bigger) I’ve decided to start sending mail art (like the one above) to a few galleries around our medium sized town. I call it passive aggressive mail-art. I’m going to start with one space, see if I get any sort of response, and then move on to the next one. This could take weeks, or months. Whoever seems to have an interest in the idea is the place I’ll go with. I don’t expect much of a response considering how jokey the whole endeavor is often perceived, or how many may view mail-art in the great scheme of important art movements. I could imagine attempting to explain the whole thing to one of these “art people” without much luck. I don’t imagine “art people” smile. I don’t know anything about “art people.” Anyway, here’s the first card, I have the second one ready to go.
Monday, February 2, 2015
One of the inspirational signs in High Point NC. I like dilapidated billboards / signs a lot. This infatuation might come from the a...
Out of the blue I got a message or piece of mail art (I cannot remember) asking if I’d be interested in a task. I love tasks! The task invol...
Misty and I have now been in the house for a whole year, just a little over. After getting everything into the house the project I spent...