Another weekend coming to a close. Working is so unfortunate. I don’t know what I’d do if I had a job like most Americans and only got 3 or 4 weeks of vacation a year. Oyvey. The thought is very very unpleasant. In my old schedule I worked 4 months and rested for 2 months. This cycle repeated itself through the year. I was the envy of working stiffs everywhere. My new schedule permits me 2 – 6 week breaks and 1 – 2 week break. In the greater scheme of things I can’t complain, but I will have 17 days less to frolic this year. On the other hand my days spent with the lambs will be shorter by 45 minutes. I think about numbers a lot. I like to time things. And I like countdowns. In 109 days I go off track. Can you find the MAILART in the disaster scene above?
I’m making more mailart than ever and receiving more than ever. The equation leads to pure joy either way you stack it. Mailart is like an idea book in my mind. I work out ideas and feel complete freedom to try anything on whatever surface I happen to be working on. It’s the equivalent of an artist’s sketchbook of ideas except mine are all on individual pieces and get sent spiraling out in all four directions. I love imagining all of my little experiments forming networks of lines across a map of the United States. Criss crossing here and there, sometimes meeting, then spinning off in opposite directions. This week I am working on things going to Morocco and South Africa. How cool is THAT?! Meanwhile in the journal the dense patterns continue.