Mail me a surprise.
After moving away from Philadelphia, my college town, I dearly missed my close community of art school friends. One of the activities that we had done countless times during undergrad was collective doodling. So, to stay connected we began a version of this game through the mail. I would draw an abstract bit of scribbles in Austin and send them to Philadelphia where they would be added to and sent back, often making several cross country rounds as more and more pages in various states of completion were added into the envelopes. I thought about this experience very fondly while reading about the elaborate collages and even chairs being sent through the mail.
Mail is such a joyful and visceral expression that I have continued to use the medium. A couple years ago I started a Valentine exchange. Each spring myself along with a group of a dozen or so artistic women from all across the country make an edition of valentines and mail them to each other. The results have ranged from tiny sculptures to lavender sewn sachets, augmented reality and of course, glitter bombs. It’s an experience in itself to receive a steady stream of bright envelopes filled with friend-love. Mail is tactile, it’s object worship, it’s a forgotten art.