Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009
I’ve always been a collector of odd bits and bobbles, and at one time I acquired a bunch of handmade postcards from India. They were lovely absorbent slightly off-sized pieces with wonderfully organic deckle edges, thick and irregular and strange. I took half a dozen into the printing studio with me and this one — the first I did — has always been my favorite of the bunch. So much so that I mailed it to my dad, who was kind enough to return it once it had completed its journey, since he had no suitable way to display it.
It’s currently tucked away in a frame and happily occupying a little niche in my apartment, where it reminds me of many good things every time I glimpse at it, including the fact that I talk to my dad a lot more now than I did back then.
Reaching Out, 4″x6″ etching and monoprint on handmade postcard, nfs.