I know, after 2 whole months, a sixth of this journey you would think I could do better, but frankly I am so busy with preparations for Dorset Art Weeks (just 17 days 14 hours 22 minutes and 35 seconds till opening as I write this) and trying to get stuff sorted for the launch of selling options for the project posting a letter has a low priority for my creative energy. On the other hand what’s inside is pretty damn good!
You will note that I am back to ordinary stamps for a number of reasons, one of which is that apart from one that i stuck on a misprinted envelope and one ghastly one I am saving, I have run out of commemorative stamps.
I got stung in the face by a bee today for no reason: unusual, but I did drastic things with them yesterday so who knows.
I was trying to concentrate on preparations for Dorset Art Weeks today and getting frustrated by the changing light for photographing largely white pieces. So I didn’t attempt to do #Letter365 until after dinner. This is another one that I nearly kept – I think it would be good fodder for Dorset Art Weeks – but I had a plan and I’m sticking to it.
You can see I have left a piece of the border of the stamp page attached to the stamp. As a child I used to love seeing registration and other printers’ marks and can remember my father explaining how they were used in printing. Still like them now especially dotty colour ones.
Sometimes there just isn’t anything to report. I did the piece; signed and date-stamped it; photographed it; made the envelope text and printed it; stuck a stamp on the envelope; put the piece in the envelope and sealed it; put a sealing wax seal on the back of the envelope; date-stamped the envelope; photographed the envelope; walked to the post box and took pictures of the envelope in front of the post box; pushed the envelope and its contents into the post box ; walked home; downloaded the images to my PC; and wrote this.
It’s what I do without much variation every single day. That’s all ok and I usually enjoy doing most parts of it, but there is a limit to what I can write about. It’s part of my job at the moment that’s all.
It’s only fair that people who will only see this on the internet will not be disadvantaged, should they be interested in buying it, compared to someone who might see it physically at the Arts Centre for example. This one is fatter than average! So fat that I was worried that it might not go through the little 5mm slot that says you can pay ordinary letter rate and so left off the sealing wax except for a tiny bit at the edges where it’s a little thinner.
Of course it could be a very tiny and thin work that I have wrapped up with stiff, thick material to protect it. Whatever it is I like it very much and for anyone who likes my work this would be a good one to pitch for. I’m going to post a couple of other works that I completed today on my David Smith Artist blog – these will not be anything like this #Letter365 piece so that will help you guess what area this might be in!
When I say posted in the dark I mean after dark for we have quite strong street lights with a fairly cool colour temperature. Most lights round here are supposed to go off after midnight to save energy and preserve the dark skies – but ours don’t because the Post Office three doors away is deemed safer from burglary if there are streetlights. Any way this was posted well before midnight, but well after the post went.
From the outset today it was clear that I was never going to catch the post. I have been on the go since about 7.15 this morning and didn’t really have a proper breakfast or lunch but only managed to select some work and deliver it to the framers ready for Dorset Art Weeks; go to the opticians for an eye test and get my favourite specs fixed and cook dinner. So I didn’t get to go to the studio until it was almost dark!
I am a bit disappointed that Peter at the Post Office didn’t tell me about the commemorative stamp issue. If I had known I could have made today’s #Letter365 a first day cover and made it of slight philatelic interest! I had asked him to keep me informed, but I must take responsibility for this kind of thing if I am to make use of all these subtle nuances of posting letters.
Anyway, I bought a little stash of the stamps to keep me going for a while. I was a bit undecided when I saw the subject matter – Buckingham Palace. Not being a great fan of the Monarchy and the like I didn’t know how I felt about having to lick the backside of a royalist stamp (and you do have to lick these) but decided to run with it for the architectural and artistic interest. I even bought some of the photographic ones of how it is now, but feel slightly tainted by them!
I nearly forgot that I hadn’t posted today’s #Letter365 to this blog. I was keen to carry on in the studio and left this for later – much later as it happened! Everyone should be happy that I have put a stamp on it!
So today it’s No40 – 40 days and 40 nights. Is it a flood? Is it time spent in the wilderness? Up the mountain with God getting tablets of stone? I’m out of step with Lent and though there is a St Swithin’s church here in Bridport his forty days start in June don’t they? I suppose it’s a bit like the wilderness as it is all unseen – only there will be a further 325 days to come!
There is the proof: I did put a stamp on today’s piece. Not much to say about it really. I have been working on some large drawings today and this piece came together really quickly and satisfyingly – perhaps as a relief from the intensity of a big, meditative drawing. I knew what I wanted, what I was drawn to doing, and the components came together but in a more subtle and considered composition than I had in my head.
An unfolding artwork created a piece each day for a year