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Writing Postcards & Typing Letters in the Kura studio (with records)

‘with a weird expression on my face as I try to hold up my glasses with my nose’

Writing postcards, putting on stamps, typing letters (with a weird expression on my face as I try to hold up my glasses with my nose), scribbling addresses, stamping inky stamps… and whatnot in historic kura barn studio in provincial Japan with a shaky camera while listening to John K Sampson (of The Weakerthans from Winnipeg) on vinyl.

That’s it, nothing else happens, come hang out if you want.

Artifacts: Nepal Relief Efforts round-up, Vancouver, 2015

In 2015, Nepal suffered a series of cataclysmic earthquakes, devastating villages… {I suppose it’s worth noting that this was also in the week of some other conundrums and tragedies involving the royal family and cataclysmic change in government and society in general}.

Anyhow, living in Vancouver at a time, and feeling lousy about my then-new-found health situation, I tried to participate in various relief efforts and *at least* document and amplify as best i could.

riffs and musings about Nepal

Since my childhood fascination with the Himalaya mountains and the thought of drinking yak milk tea high altitude, villages, Nepal held a place in my heart. {I also have a dear friend from the country who’s helped me out in multiple times of disarray}.

As it goes, a few years later, I finally made my first visit to the country for an extended Ayurveda treatment and was unbelievably charmed and fascinated by the intrepid and kind nature of the Nepali people.

As such, this post is simply to remind myself, others and history about the grassroots efforts that went on at the time to bring relief.

Postcards: Specifically, I did my own campaign of “Postcards for Nepal” in which anyone who demonstrated some activity to support Nepal relief efforts, would receive one of my handmade postcards. Not a big deal i realize but you do with what you have.

Postcards from Nepal relief

evidence of postcards for Nepal

Campaign posters: And, as is my habit, I documented handbills and flyers for other relief efforts and campaigns and did my best to donate and promote Nepal relief efforts and admired the grassroots and creativity of many of the initiatives. I see you.

another really interesting grassroots initiative to send medical equipment. As I recall, there was also some early instances of 3-D printing put to use during this time

Food: I also worked with then-nearby Gurkha Nepal restaurant who were hosting weekly lunches and dinners at which proceeds went to the relief efforts.

checking in from Gurkha restuarant

Some really nice guys working there (as I understand, they subsequently sold and moved on). Also noting that i chronically misspelled the name of the restaurant.

Continue reading Artifacts: Nepal Relief Efforts round-up, Vancouver, 2015

Dossier: meet Rasika, postcard artist in Sri Lanka (also ink stamp and videos)

in bed, making postcards with tea in Sri Lanka

While in Sri Lanka for extended Ayurveda treatment, and later rambling a bit, I met an earnest young artist named Rasika specializing in postcards, diligently hand-painted and reflecting visual motifs of his culturally unique homeland.

a variety of Rasika’s handmade postcards

I, unsurprisingly, purchased many many postcards from him and struck up a friendship. He would come to my villa to work on paintings and I would sometimes visit him at his stand at the market in historic Fort Galle.

I mailed many of his postcards around the world so hope his spirit lives on refrigerators and in shoeboxes and scrapbooks as well as in hearts.

Rasika’s card (along one from Stick no Bills) on a fridge in Utah

I purchased him a special ink stamp as a token of friendship and he also help me acquire a return address stamp.

Continue reading Dossier: meet Rasika, postcard artist in Sri Lanka (also ink stamp and videos)

Post’d: “good luck little friends”

mostly to Canada and Japan

Postcards into the wormhole, out into the world. Good luck on your journey lil friends! I hope you love your new forever homes.

Postal Club Invitation

are you in the DaveO postal club?

You know i love writing postcards – all of which get mailed but only a random subset reach destination… I do struggle with keeping track of addresses, hidden in messages of all sorts: scraps of paper; biz cards; messenger; twitter dms; imessage; sms; email; random text files; notepad… you get the idea.

As such, i’ve crafted a wee form to reign the chaos in a bit. Consider filling out even if i already have your address (somewhere).

Please note: enter your address EXACTLY and as COMPLETELY as possible. Copy and pasteable, ya dig? No short-cuts, shortcodes, just Zip codes, abbreviations, and add your dang country(!) and so on.

http://daveostory.com/more-daveo/postal-club/

Still Life: writing letters at Sun Clinic

A sunny patch of grass, all necessary tools, everything is possible

Came across this photo, I suppose there’s a chance it’s elsewhere in this archive but its significant memory for me… ergo:

When we were pregnant, went to the lovely “and clinic” for our usual check-in but, in those early heady days of the “notable public health conundrum virus” this was the first time I was not allowed in to participate due to uncertainty and concern.

Certainly crestfallen so, as I do when feeling blue, I grabbed my postal kit and wrote a postcard or a letter, possibly to you.

These sorts of photos with pens, papers, address book, inky and postal stamps, aerograms, ephemera, postcards etc, all sort of spread around on a table, desk, blanket (or just the flap of a leather satchel purchased in Nepal), I called “postal still life” and yes, I have dozens of examples, 100s possibly.

Post’d: tiny exhibit, on a string in Shelter Cove (& a stainless steel fridge)

daveo on the rocks

Dear friends in Coquitlam, British Columbia are amassing *quite a collection* of my/our dispatches over the recent months and years.

{In fact, assuming they’ve kept everything I’ve sent over the years, likely in the top three of all my accidental repositories.}

This string just holds a sampler, but what a sampler it is! In my spin spin spin brain, sometimes I forget these things made and sent out into the world. Thanks for reminder.

Oh bonus! I’ve made it to another refrigerator. You can keep your fancy galleries, I’ll take the shoeboxes, scrapbooks and fridge magnets :-)

postcard goes well with stainless steel

Bonus: Mail art dossier to (New) Westminster

Came across snapshots of poetry & art items mailed to a friend several years back, made a collage to enjoy the interaction again:

to which K replied, “I still have the flowers on my fridge”

Post’d: recursively delivered (while inclined) to Gifu & Greece w/ Zen

Postcards are scribbled, intentions pure, arrivals intermittent, thrilling nevertheless, as such, recursively documented in a situations and circumstances as possible, incomplete as expected.

where it starts & and where it ends is here

First, to a friend (who ive forgotten if met in real life or not, the coincidences are far more than coincidence after all) rowing through some turbulent tides yet radiates such gentle goodness – and a touch with curious scripted languages, meditatatuve practice, and love of typewriters. Sent him a talisman of good fortune right from the Zen source of the DT Suzuki museum in Kanazawa.

A very pleasant correspondent who shares, again, so many life touch points – but none within 3 m at the same time so far determined – replied back to a postcard of this very street corner, with a photo of him at this very street corner (the statue now toppled, the restaurant behind turned into 6 acres which was my secret hang out for sometime and where I did my “job interview” for what turned out to be my last job, kitty corner from One Alexander, Suite 420 where I spent another job and across another street – it’s a five street intersection – where wrote a snippet of prose about ‘three men in cowboy hats,’ one of which is seen in the background, at the “old Irish Heather” when the benches would still give you splinters). He replied with the following quote (& caption):

“Just as there are genres of skies, and car alarms, and many other things, so there are genres of the hangover. Tragic treatments, enriched with various amounts and shades of irony. The epic frame, which finds the hero, towards evening on the second day, still sitting there wiping his eyebrows with his fingertips and still saying to himself things like oh dear oh dear.”

— Martin Amis, ‘The Information’

“In a bad way in Gastown, summer 2005.”

This one found its recipient who replied (in amongst abandoned watermelons and possible pickling project) “Happy recipient up in the salty north!”

Well this was a digital postcard, hit the spot for my German friend visiting a Greek island where a Canadian poet once conversed with birds on a wire (and a well documented assortment of lovers)

Post’d: commemorative card for Sensei’s visit

Commemorative postcard, view 1

My Doctor – who is a practitioner of seitai (a Japanese healing modality, not quite Reiki, shiatsu, acupressure, chiropractic nor massage – but a little bit like each of them for lack of a better explanation) has become a very pleasant friend as we bond over a mutual affection for vinyl. In fact he gifted me the magnificent Yamaha GT 2000 turntable. He also seems to enjoy my art projects and displays a few of my pieces around his otherwise serene office.

I’ve wanted to spend some time with him just listening to records so he can see the beautiful machine in action in the now tidied up, electrical and cooler-equipped kura storehouse studio – and today was that day.

Commemorative postcard, view 2

We listened to parts of seven different records (Debussy, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Jerry Garcia, John Coltrane, Nat King Cole), gently looked through several scrapbooks (Shimane, Kyoto, Nepal), enjoyed coffee and gelato and he enjoyed at least seven cigarettes.

He signed the guestbook (again as he is a two time visitor) and I made him a commemorative card for the occasion involving elements connected to the various conversations we enjoyed together.

Commemorative postcard, view 3

If you’re curious, the reverse side is a print of an oil pastel painting of a brilliantly orange (like the envelope) house near my Ayurveda hospital in Kerala, India. Not my best painting but it was the first time I’d made a painting in several years after the “illness“ started and my brain started firing again. Thailand and Nepal are also included as they were part of my healing ramble #Ongoing

Also sent him home with a bunch of table grapes and a Corona melon, yes really.

Painting, magnifying glass, hat and poster – not necessarily commemorative

I should’ve snapped a picture of the both of us together but here is a hat purchased in Port Townsend Washington instead (with a Jean Smith painting and a Tintin Expo 86 poster behind).

Items: Sabine & Griffin postcard originals by Nick Bantock

From Sabine in London, to Griffin in Alexandria (along with stamps designed by Sabine from her “island home”)

Two original postcard backs from Griffin and Sabine series, part 2 “Sabine’s Notebook” are now in my archive along with the stamps used in the epistolary literature masterwork by Nick Bantock.

To Sabine from Griffin, Par Avion from Kyoto (along with Mr. Bantock’s Moo card)

Really great artifacts as the esteemed author/artist selected specific locations and topics for me. Of course, there are a few other related items throughout this archive if you’re curious.

Do you know these books? I hope so.