While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in March 2018, somewhere, probably Indonesia where some of the cards originate – others from elsewhere.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in Feb. 2018 in Ubud, Indonesia upon postcards acquired from various Asian locales (including museums with European paintings). 2nd n a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in Feb. 2018 in Ubud, Indonesia upon postcards acquired from various Asian locales (including museums with European paintings). 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in October 2017 aboard a ship. 2nd in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in October 2017 aboard a ship. 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 5th in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 3rd in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 2nd in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.
This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.
These postcards are made from printed photos of my original art pieces, glued to heavy-gauge watercolour paper and then mailed off to elsewhere. Photographed before depositing into postbox. This is all.
Just a couple of rather-silly coasters, assembled from miscellaneous stamps and stickers and sent off to pals, elsewhere for their beverage enjoying enjoyment.
