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.
The title that my poetry group liked was “Something Else My Mother Was Wrong About,” but I decided it was too snarky and kind of like the invented run-together word.
All are water color with type on a vellum overlay. I’d love feedback on your favorite version. If you’d like one, send your mailing address to email@example.com. International requests are welcome.
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.
As crazy as this fall has been, with adjusting to new beings in my life (updates on my other blog soon) and a trip, I squeezed in the iHanna postcard swap. Fortunately I had a small supply saved, so I had to make only a few. Here’s what was sent out at the end of October.
This was a repeat of a previous card:
I have started receiving cards, so I’ll post them after I’ve received all 10.
Not too much output yet this summer, for the usual reasons. Here’s this week’s work. Apparently I’m into hot colors. Happy July!
The above began as the first version of “Orange, red, purple,” but it wasn’t working so I just played around with images until it became rather whimsical. (I rarely just give up and call a piece a failure–of course there have been some–but I usually try to push through until I get something pleasing or, if all else fails, fun.) I also just realized that each of these four pieces was an attempt to express the same idea, and “Orange, red, purple,” is the closest fulfillment of that vision. Also the simplest and quickest (and last) one. That’s often the way art is. It works best when you quit trying so hard.
Received a nice packet from Honi in New York state, including the scan of a weave, and the dear little purple envelope with butterflies on it and a tiny handmade book inside.
As I prepare for summer busyness with travel and grandchildren, here is my recent skimpy output, plus a card from my granddaughter. One other card was submitted to Postcard Poems and Prose, so I’ll save it to link to that site, should it happen. My lame excuse is a big birthday week and the excitement of reviewing a lifetime’s art output for a gallery show in November.
If you’ve been following the news in Central Texas, you know the drought is over, and there have been catastrophic and tragic floods, with people losing homes and lives. We are on a hill and we’re fine, dry, safe and grateful.
That’ll probably be it for a while. Happy summer!
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.