Behold. The 8 inch Barcelona tiles that will soon guide visitors to my door. Mighty purty dontcha think? I'm delighted with them and with the service from the online store where I bought them.
Exhibit numero dos: will you get a load of these little punks. Wish I could float into that photo and sit on their shoulders while they plot their bad deeds and high jinx. I do love me some cute little boy punks. Wonder where they are now?
These tiny pebbles from beneath the awe-inspiring Eiffel Tower have been in a little bag tacked to my bulletin board for the last few years. I wrapped them up in their very own vinyl sandwich this weekend. It's unfortunate that I sewed the label INSIDE the sandwich. My pen doesn't have a built-in spell check. Keeps life interesting.
The rest of the Italian treasure will get sewn up into their own sandwiches soon. Exhibit numero tres: giant thick file folder/portfolios I found in the trash while out on a moonlit walk one night in Praiano, Italy. I carefully extracted them from their tattered cardboard box and hauled them all the way to dinner, then home, then back across the Atlantic. Future journal or mailart fodder.
Exhibit numero cuatro: more vinyl sandwiches. Hungry? I hope so. You'll be seeing more vinyl sandwiches than you can shake a stick at in the coming weeks.
What I listen to while I make vinyl sandwiches and compose Typepad posts. Something beautiful is needed to take my mind off this wretched new compose screen.
And here…a beautiful poem to match the music. Mmmmmm.
Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
by Dan Albergotti from The Boatloads
love your vinyl sandwiches!
Your vinyl sandwiches are so very charming! I adore them! The rocks and the fibrous fabric on the tag…. how very fab!
Just wanted to let you know that I am a huge fan of your site and have shared your Italy journals on my blog… they were truly inspiring!
Katie
oh yes – I’m with sister – with aioli please…
xox – eb.
I stumbled onto your blog today by way of Daisy Cottage. Your pictures are fantastic!
OMG! Vinyl sandwiches! Just brilliant! I love it!
yummy tiles, yummy vinyl sandwiches- oh I am getting full- but not yet, I want more!! Oh maybe just a few French pebbles, yes that might fill me up for today.
I am very jealous that you went dumpster diving in Italy. Where does our love of used and discarded things come from?? AND, how can we live so close and not be seeing eachother!!! it is just wrong I say.
yummy tiles, yummy vinyl sandwiches- oh I am getting full- but not yet, I want more!! Oh maybe just a few French pebbles, yes that might fill me up for today.
I am very jealous that you went dumpster diving in Italy. Where does our love of used and discarded things come from?? AND, how can we live so close and not be seeing eachother!!! it is just wrong I say.
So many treasures to comment on here.
Yes, that Italian trash is magnifico!!!
I’d love to have that journal from a previous post in my hands.
oooooo to all of the little bags of natural material. So what are you going to do with it all?
I head to Italy on the 21st. I’m trying to remember what we discussed about minimal art supplies. Yikes!
Great post…. every pebble, poem & Punk…vinyl sandwich heaven.
I can see that you have been busy. Do you have a brand new class now? What is the arc of your school year?
I appreciate you so much.
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Love the tiles and the poems. Love the sandwiches too. Don’t worry my pen forgets and goes blank at times too, on the strangest words. Love the folders you found, I would have kept them myself.
I love the sandwiches, and yes, I am STILL hungry.
I am a dumpster diver myself, and I would call that a GREAT find m.a. =)
I’m glad someone else is mad enough to drag retrieved scrap halfway around the world – just the sort of thing I’d do too. And those tiles make me very jealous!
Ahhh, Balmorhea is very close to my neck of the woods. Can’t say I have heard this music while chasing turtles and swimming there but maybe I wasn’t listening close enough.
Love the poem…and each of your musings! Ah, the tiles..you captured my heart I love tiles..thanks for the new link of tiles…yea, boys- I have one going on 12 an age of you wonder were they lost their mind! HA!
Hey, MA!
I just wanted to say hello! I hope all is well in your world! I have not been keeping up with my usual blog reads lately. I will look forward to catching up on your’s later today! Take care! RM 🙂
I’d like 2 vinyl sandwiches to go, with a side order of whale belly please.