Postcardia-cum-Poetica #43

The cardboard envelope I keep my postcards in is almost rupturing since my friends started collecting postcards to give me. This one, advertising a photographic initiative from National Archive, was in a bundle given to me by Nicole. 

The black and white has been rendered into sepia by the night lighting of my kitchen table, but I don’t mind it. Words are from the Time Traveler’s Wife baggie. 

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #41

Earlier this month, we went to the GoMA Winter Design Fair and I was ecstatic to find a box of postcards that were something like 10 for a dollar. This is the first of them to become postcardia.

Words from the Elyora fragment bag.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #38

The call and response focus has shifted to horses! As it does. 

This is Mike’s friend. I had a lot of fun playing with th words. The three small sections I randomly pulled were perfectly theatric. Image is from GOMA promotional material for its 10th birthday, with words from Elyora.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #37

This one is a bit of an odd fish! I started off with an image of boats on a harbour in a sublime violet-hued dusk, and ended up in this hotel room. 

There is something about the image that gave me a sense of immense spaci dislocation. The card appear far bigger than I actually was. And I expected at any moment for a Lynchian character to wander through the frame. Or for me to be sucked into it.

Nothing like a little adventure to keep one on their toes. And the subversive shit-stirrer in me wished this particular one didn’t have to go in an envelope! 

Image taken from a travel brochure and words from Elyora.