I’ve been trying to take my foot off the gas pedal after a big month of exhibitions, openings and performances. I decided to stay away from my cameras and do some work with my hands (as well as my eyes…) As I’ve written about earlier on this blog, I am part of the International Union of Mail Artists, a quasi-federation of postal art enthusiasts scattered around the globe. This week I started making a series of 4” x 6” postcards to send out to fellow members. I have been working exclusively in collage for this project. I picked up a few vintage 1964 volumes from a children’s scientific encyclopedia at a thrift store, and have been combining found imagery from there along with old magazines and art books. The results I am calling “PROOF” which is a nod to another earlier idea I’ve had. Proof meaning: evidence of my existence, of a working brain, eyes and heart. Proof that art matters. Proof that sharing matters. Proof that I am alive. Here is a sample of the work I’ve been producing below. Who knows, one might just show up in your mailbox soon.

Creatively, I consider myself a blue-collar artist. I did not go to a fancy art school or leverage a Yale MFA for the golden ticket into the art world. I make my art as part of my every day life. I sympathize with the every day workers specifically in the creative field. Right now there is a writer’s and an actor‘s strike in Hollywood, something that I personally support. In a larger sense, I am a supporter of unions protecting the rights of workers.

Recently, I joined a union myself. Not a worker’s union per se, though some might consider it an art workers union. I recently joined an online group, called the Union of International Mail Artists. This group has been active for decades, and centers on the sharing of artwork via the Postal Service. Their credo aligns perfectly with how I feel personally about my art. I believe in sharing freely and I really enjoy when art has no financial entanglements attached to it. The main activity of being a member of this group is finding mailing addresses of members on the UIOMA website and then sending these members artwork through the mail. It has been a satisfying endeavor so far for me, sending out my handmade postcards to strangers around the world. Perhaps even more satisfying is having random pieces of art show up in my mailbox on my front porch from time to time.

There is a subversive anti-establishment streak that permeates this group that appeals to my own small version of fighting the system. Sometimes finding like-minded people out there in the world is all a person needs to be reminded that they are not alone, and that they are on the right path.

The union forever!