Fall’s ihanna swap yielded only nine cards. The ninth, from Italy, took a very long time, so I’m still hopeful number 10 may come from some remote location like Fiji or Australia. Here are the nine:
Finally, an amazing little packet from California, tied up in a mesh bow:
Here are some of the cards I sent in the most recent iHanna swap.
I addition, I sent several that were variations on the Skybluepink poem in the last post, except that I used several photos of a real sunrise we had recently.
I’ll post images of the cards I receive after they’ve all arrived. So far I have two.
A little behind after travel and the granddaughter finishing the school year, I’ve scanned the postcards I received in this spring’s iHanna swap.
Marieke, Netherlands (made with hand-dyed fabric):
Valerie, U.S. location unknown (the card was damaged and the postmark unreadable):
Pam, North Dakota:
After I received the list of people to send cards to in the latest ihanna swap, I addressed and stamped all my completed cards–then got sick and didn’t get them mailed out on time. But they’re all on their way now (and I’m still trying to recover from one of the worst flu-type + intestinal viruses I’ve ever had. And now my poor hubby has it.)
These went to Sweden, the U.K. (2), Israel, California, Mississippi, New York State, Illinois, Maryland and Missouri.
iHanna’s fall postcard swap was a great success this year–I received all 10 cards during November. Here they are, in no particular order.
Next: I’m still painting, but with holidays, upcoming design work for Paradox Players and having a rambunctious nine-year-old in the house, it goes slowly. As my therapist says: it’ll wait for me to get back to it.
Although the spring rains in Central Texas have not ended our drought, they have kicked the butts of anyone who suffers from allergies, which is just about everyone. So I’ve been in a bit of an artistic drought. Here’s my recent paltry output:
“Code” is second in a series about coded language. I love Gregg shorthand–still remember it after learning it in high school a thousand years ago–and I’m exploring different forms of coded language. The poems fragments say: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” (From “The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver); “Life has loveliness to sell/buy it and never count the cost,” (From “Barter” by Sara Teasdale); and the last is after the title of a poetry collection I’m reading, “Grab Life by the Throat.” (The title is actually “Catch Life by the Throat,” but I like “Grab” better.)
I’m working on a book of dream poems, possibly to be titled “Skating under the Aurora.” This is the second version of what may be the cover art. It has a way to go yet to capture the dream.
Plus one card received:
I have a surplus of cards to send, so if you would like to find a piece of hand-made original art in your mailbox, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. International requests are welcome, and I’d love to swap.
The month between mid-March and mid-April was a blur of illness, travel and too little art time. But I’m getting productive again, so here are the latest pieces, plus some I’ve received since the last post:
And cards received:
It’s been almost a year since I got the post card bug, and I still feel like I’ve just begun. Ideas flow into my brain before I go to sleep. I dream ideas. “Palimpsest,” below, came out of a dream of creating “decorated shorthand.” I’m interested in the different ways people communicate, which can be kinds of code. For some it’s a foreign language, or American sign language, or math; for others, literal computer coding language; for me it’s body language, music symbols, Gregg shorthand–learned in high school, still remembered and still useful! Who knew it could also be art?
Haven’t done many exchanges lately, but below is another card received from Honi in New York. She really goes all out with envelopes, something I have yet to get into.
Email me your mailing address to email@example.com if you’d like to receive a card. International addresses welcome.
This week was a bonanza of cards from interesting places:
And I few new pieces of my own:
If you missed Part 1, please visit my other blog, the gist of which is that I blog because I love doing it and I’m not very good at promoting readership.
My mother was an expert knitter. She could knit anything: fair isle, fishermen’s knit, cable, dolls with removable knitted clothes, coats, vests. Local yarn shops had rosters of knitters to knit for well-off non-knitters. She refused. She said if she did it for money it was “work.” She gave away hundreds, if not thousands, of items in her 80+ year knitting career. She would charge for yarn, or let people buy their own, but she wouldn’t take a penny for her work.
Someone told me I should sell my post cards at a booth at Austin’s South Congress Artists’ Market. I told him about my mother and knitting. I do it because I love doing it. If I have to worry about renting and running a booth, marketing, parking on market days (!) and everything else it entails, it’s work.
Another reason I’m not so good at marketing myself: As a public information person before retirement I was responsible for getting my agency’s message out to the media and the public. But the focus was on what the agency was doing, not on myself. I have mixed feelings about attention. I can talk with a live mike in front of me, and did TV interviews, but I’m embarrassed when “happy birthday” is sung to me.
For 2015 I’m going to learn how to get more eyeballs on my blogs. In the meantime, thank you for your eyeballs, and if you’d like to receive a real, non-digital version of a post card, please send your mailing address to firstname.lastname@example.org. International requests are welcome.
I’m still playing with grids inspired by Uruguayan artist Joaquin Torres Garcia.
Another card received from Honi in New York State: