I’ve got quite a collection of card which already have words on them. Words that aren’t always easily covered up (like #52 ) so today’s card was an experiment in creating space for words while mainting the integrity of the original image. It’s given me the confidence to convert a few more of the wordy cards, and thus, further extending the life span of my postcard pile.
Promo card from La Boîte Theatre’s production of Nick Enright’s Blackrock. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.
This postcard had a bit of an adventure before it even intentionally set forth on its way to Melbourne. It was blown twice from the balcony I was sitting on last week, while we were at Frew Park, and the second time it looked as though I had lost it for good.
We found it spooning the wall of the building.
I thought I had lost it a third time. Eventually found it nestled in the book that I had placed it in for safe keeping from the blustering wind.
Made from my 2015 postcard, and taken from the ten raw postcards I sent down to Adam at the start of 2016, #44 is my first dip back into that artistic landscape. The words were taken from my Elyora baggie of fragments.
I’m torn as to whether it is a summer poem or a winter one. What do you think?