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...with apologies to Eve Sussman whose video about Las Meninas I have not seen. But I would very much like to.
Some images from Goin' Postal, a fabulous show of mail art curated by Miles Collyer. On view at Art Metropole until November 24th. Thanks for the pictures, Miles!
Above: wooden envelope/postcards sent to Art Metropole anonymously by Lucy Pullen and her class.
Below: images from Kevin Immanuel's project, The Foucault Letters (2001 & 2007) in which he purchased memberships to Canadian galleries under the name Michel Foucault.
Below: a selection of mail sent between Marc Bell, Jason MacLean and Terry Piercey (with artists' labels).
Diana, Princess of Wales. I WON. I WON.
(Ed Pien did the retarded pumpkin on the right. He and a bunch of other jealous also-rans are threatening to chase me around with their cell phone cameras until my Diana pumpkin smashes against a wall)
This also counts as a Canada Council KEY MOMENT in my art career making me the anointed one for the next 12 months. (Luis Jacob is so last summer)
I rarely go to About.com, the info site owned by the New York Times, there's something about the page layout and the logo that I can't stand. (except I went there for tips on pumpkin carving prior to creating last year's non-award winning masterpiece ) But I will overcome my distaste for friendly orange spheres because they have hired one of my favourite writers, the brilliantly witty, informed and cranky Pierre Tristam of Candide's Notebooks to create the content for their new Middle East Issues site.
Lisa Kiss, super desinger extraordinaire, just won an OAAG award for her design of our Neutrinos They Are Very Small catalogue. Yay.
The evening primrose is my favourite plant. I think there are a bunch of varieties. The ones in our garden are weedy things that slowly take the shape of pokey spikes. They produce little yellow blooms that open at sunset and die off the next afternoon. Me and VB tend toward the nocturnal ourselves, and we like to sit outside in the evening. This scraggly little plant, popping open new buds every single night, makes very good company.