If only I could untangle from my doppelgänger in Market Street...

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

04/01/2012

If only I could untangle from my doppelgänger in Market Street...

Dear you,

Personal space proving hard to come by. Think I’ll dig me a hole in the earthen mound behind the fish’n’chippery and make good my escape to tranquillity if only I could untangle from my doppelgänger in Market Street.

Yours in desire for more headspace in my peripheral line of vision,
X

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