Dear you,
It seemed a lark, that’s why. When asked to join the troupe, who’d decline the invitation. Not I, that is a certainty. The costumes in the trunk don’t fit my proportions so make-up is artfully applied to cover bare patches. Those in balcony, perhaps even in the stalls too, why, they’re none the wiser. The bright lights render my outfit complete, the kohl [in haste the writer appears to have spelt ‘kohl’ incorrectly, we presume] about my eye, my mask.
Yours in arabesque unusual for an okapi,
X
Lights? Who turned out the lights? I’m ready.
(The original postcard used here is one I received mid January from Olivia. She kindly sent me several postcards and small foldout postcard booklets from Australia, Russia and Japan. It was a thrill to receive them in the post and a delightful challenge to work on their fronts and backs. Olivia, thank-you and I hope you like my additions. More to come and soon.)
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Thursday, 27 January 2011
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Traveller dear,
Louise and I make artists’ books, we make all sorts of things, and most usually we make things on paper. Collaboration comes naturally to us both; it is an enjoyable and wholly inspiring process that yields treasure not possible without the other. Working side-by-side, as we do from our home-based studio in Melbourne, Australia, it is a pattern we are familiar with; a path we are delighted to tread, seeing what new scenario evolves. Collaboration throws up the unexpected, and what is not to like about that?
With paper sufficient to cover the moon and sincerely yours,
Gracia Haby
