I met Becky Cooper! It was before I lived in New York, but I had snuck up for a weekend to see someone. We had just finished brunch and were doing a crossword in the park when she came up to us.
I still have my map along with all my saved scraps, but I wish I had sent it in. Her book comes out tomorrow and it looks perfect.
old lace, earplug, antelope horn, popped balloon, charcoal, empty metrocard, pink vinyl, (African) quartz, iron pill, 2 porcupine quills, football key, butterfly wing, zebra mane, dime (2005), clementine peel, 1/2 a q-tip, Joey McIntyre button, 3 forever stamps, homemade arrowhead, paper clip, cherry chapstick, solid indigo
Some notes from today (cc: @renedidthis) (at Art Building (PSU))
My piece in the spring issue of Shabby Doll House! There are so many friends in this issue I am so stoked.
more sticker works ~ ~ ~
Come springtime I will be selling huge collections of stickers (40+??) and ette sticker albums too ! Looking forward to finishing up on these (though I’m not looking forward to all the cutting I’ll have to do. aaah)
i have a big fat art crush on ginette lapalme and i like talking about it
I get cool stuff every month from “Someday My Prints Will Come” 2013 Mail Art Club by Adam J. Kurtz!
feels so good to have the whole first wave of SOMEDAY out in the world. feels like i can relax a little and focus on new things to come in their own time. thanks for the kind words, WB!
909miles said: The postcard ::is:: just a self-promotion piece you probably just had lying around and I guess then the message to me is “I don’t care if you’re a fan, this is all you get.”
All it’s promoting is “hey this is a surprise card and it is just for you.” And it does LITERALLY say that on the back. Read the LITERAL fine print! That is what “week in scraps” is. It’s a message and a story and it’s only as important as you say it is. I am sad that you don’t think it’s worth twenty cents but I also can’t care. This reply isn’t even for you and everyone knows that because it’s public and they can read it too.
I am sorry my card was an inconvenience to you. I hate driving and get jumpy in cars. I also know the post office can be frustrating. I am legitimately empathizing with you because since you don’t value the postcard, then all of that was for nothing. As for the postage itself, I don’t know what went wrong. Postcards are 33 cents now, I know because I had to place the old stamp and a penny stamp on it. And an address label. On 100 cards, which I paid to have printed, out of pocket, and sent, as a complete surprise, to people who didn’t know they were coming. Yes, you are one of 100. That’s intrinsically impersonal, but it’s also a lot more personal than being one of a few thousand on tumblr, digesting digital work, isn’t it? It’s a tangible piece of something, it is yours forever, to display, pass along, or throw away. It’s whatever you say it is now.
I am not trying to be a dick, but this dialogue is so useful. This is the whole point. This is what I wrote about right before getting off of tumblr at the end of December. This is the thing I can’t care about anymore. I used to spend my time looking at tons of other work, other people’s lives, tumblr’s own brand of teenage angst, and felt so insecure, felt the need to defend myself either with reason or just because. Not anymore. I am “UNFOLLOWING NEGATIVITY” both online and off, my own, and others’. If I want to be a fucking artist (and I think I might like to be that), I need to stop listening to everyone else and start trusting myself. And it’s hard. IT IS FUCKING HARD because you send someone you literally do not know a free surprise and they hate you for it. But the difference is that this time I don’t feel personally attacked. I feel happy to experience a negative response to some of my newer ideas and tactics, and to be able to dissect and share it in this tiny little internet space.
If anyone else received a card and would like to be removed from my list due to inconvenience, please let me know.