This update on the Liberate Your Art postcard swap is tragically long over-due. I was supposed to link back at the end of August but those of you who remember that my birthday falls soon after will most likely understand that sitting down to do any work whatsoever at that time of the year is about as probable as finding a reliable plumber. Days are presently ticking away very fast and all I am working on are my notes for the next issue of The Creative Times. Meanwhile, somewhere in the world, someone is shading the logo I've chosen to go on the next set of anthologies (email me G!).
These are the beautiful postcards I received:
Top left: by Joelle (I hope that I can make the writing out correctly!) in the USA
Top right: by KC O'Donnell
Bottom right: 'Stitch Microscope' by Fiona at Naperie
Bottom left: 'Clam Beautiful' by BleuOiseau
Gourd Art by Tracy
Kat's own postcard, a thank you gift to all participants
I loved receiving these, especially now that I've gone paperless with all my bills. I just don't get anything (apart from Vogue) through the letterbox and, quite frankly, some post that was addressed to me as a person and not as a taxpayer or individual-to-spam-at-all-costs was immensely uplifting. Kat will run this swap again next year, hence I urge you to sign up too if you'd love to receive some Real Post. The cards are all sitting on my desk in my blue room where I'm writing from and every time I see them I wonder where my own have ended up and if they are as loved as these are by me. I have heard from a couple of people who have received the flowers I drew and I was very happy to know that 'they make me smile every time I see them'.
I've been drawing and doodling since before I could write (this is quite obvious, in a sense) but I had never sent anything to anyone. Certainly, I had never gone through the trouble of printing out something I had made. In a way, I always felt proud of my detachment from my artsy endeavours. I've been known to draw for the sake of it and then throw away the results immediately, not because I hated them, but because they had served their therapeutic purpose. Yet, as I grew older, I started questioning the deeper reasons that may have underpinned this attitude. Perhaps, dear reader, fear of third party rejection greatly contributed to my secretive activities in this creative department. If you have time, have a look at the blogs below. You never know which lovely work and folk you may find...