I’m at the Palazzo dell’ Isola Bella, and it suits me well...

THE BEGINNING

Dear you,

In 2008, an occasional series developed of own accord. A series of imagined tales written on the reverse side of a handful of my postcard collages. Over the years, this has grown. Published online, High Up in the Trees, and later bound into zine format, this project continues today.

Housed here, under one roof, all Dear You postcard collages to date. In the wings, the promise of a new zine to add to the meld, always.

To the traveller! Begin, and may you travel well,
Gracia Haby

(Mind the sink holes!)

HISTORY

A Postcard as Measuring Device
October 2013

Conveyed by the postal system
June 2012

My dear, don't worry my dear
September 2011

But I just got here a minute ago (I)
February 2011

But I just got here a minute ago (II)
February 2011

But I just got here a minute ago (III)
February 2011

Good evening, good evening. So nice of you to come all this way
October 2008

12/04/2011

I’m at the Palazzo dell’ Isola Bella, and it suits me well...

Italiana
1934

Dear you,

To the back teeth, I am fed up. I always knew it was a possibility to change. Well, I was right. I really can change my spotted coat. Tired of being the but of the joke, always, I am tending my superficial wounds in Italy. I’m at the Palazzo dell’ Isola Bella, and it suits me well.

Yours in gilded frame hung upon the wall,
X

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