Mail Art Postcard No. 4484…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s dictionary words are: mohur, modiolus, modena, moggan, mofette, mofussil, and wersh. Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Should the professor turn up wearing plastic Mr Spock ears, you must not draw attention to them or allow them put you off your studies.

4484 DSCN3564Good god! This is the stuff of nightmares! Whoa!…
No, it’s alright, it’s just another of my silly mail art postcards, a very simple collage on fluorescent card using a couple of clippings from that cheapskate British TV listings magazine What’s On TV.
I love doing these. The great thing is that you can sit with a pile of cuttings, just shuffle them around, pick one or two out, and juxtapose them experimentally. (Damn! I just used that word ‘juxtapose’ again – I was trying to get out of that. Mind you, I’ll bet Magritte used it quite frequently whilst chatting to his artist pals down the cafe.)
Some combinations that you think might work don’t work at all, and some that seem a bit iffy, suddenly burst open with out-and-out madness, as did 4484 above. I do like this one!
What I find surprising is that though the transplanted eyes are obviously far too big for her, and shouldn’t work at all, you easily accept them and relate them to her little face. There is definitely something being expressed there.
We humans seem to be pre-programmed to be constantly on the look out for eyes. It is obviously an evolutionary thing – you know – possible predators lurking in the undergrowth – survival of the alert ones who keep their eyes peeled.
Eh-up Ugg!… Did you clock that sabre-toothed tiger over there crouched in the bushes?… Eh?… No, not that one – Whaa!… Where the hell did he come from?… Come on Ugg, let’s run away…
Of course we now constantly look at eyes to judge the character and intentions of other humans – whether to engage in procreation with them, or to just run away and hide… Those eyes above do suit this lass though, don’t you think? They really draw you in and… Hang on… Hey, look at her strange hands! They look like floppy rubber ones that you might buy in a joke shop… I hadn’t noticed those!…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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6 Responses to Mail Art Postcard No. 4484…

  1. Haha! Love this one. She looks quite fed up, y’know, as if she is saying “Yes? You want something? You lookin’ at me? What? I have a whisky flask, and what of it..?” Oh dear, that’s beginning to sound quite aggressive now, I’d better stop. So yes, that’s what I’m getting from this. Gosh I had better go and make a cup of tea now, and calm down. 😀

  2. I like her, and I think she looks quite feline.

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