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3 mail art shows in Greece
Hi from mail art Greece
I organise and have the curating for three programs mail art in Greece . All of them are for common benefit. I request you to support with your attendance.
Best regards,
Thomai Kontou curator
April 14, 2007
Keith Bates crow stamp
The teacher’s tale
Having taught Art & Design for 34 years, I am currently drifting gracefully and gratefully towards early retirement.
The first three quarters of my career were surprisingly rewarding, considering I was really too shy to be the confident, middle-class professional that advertisers and Teachers TV like to portray. I drifted into teaching because I couldn’t think of anything else to do and there was a shortage, even of Art teachers. Once in the job I found I quite enjoyed the first quarter century in a difficult but well organised school where an Art Teacher could be a bit wackier than most. To be a teacher all this time without ever once wearing a tie has been the source of considerable countercultural pleasure.
Seven or eight years ago things changed. A forced amalgamation of two schools, poor management, decline in student behaviour, and the stigma of ‘Special Measures’. All the fun evaporated. Many teachers jumped ship, and in retrospect I should have too. Those who stayed found that the stress of being squeezed between an increasingly intrusive inspection regime and the rise of anti-social behaviour was unbearable. Mail Art has long helped me keep things in perspective, and throughout the dark days designing fonts also became good therapy. Even so, stressed out or burned out I needed to see my doctor and take some time off.
Now I have the offer of Voluntary Early Retirement and it’s time I finally left school. The teacher’s pension will ensure the mortgage gets paid, and I’m hoping to earn a modest crust doing some design work for Leanda if her business continues to pick up speed. I’m expecting money to be a bit tighter, perhaps a lot tighter, and whilst I can never imagine giving up postal art completely, for me the idea of emailart is increasingly attractive.
Michael Lumb has written about soaring postal costs and the rise of new communications. The postal service has declined in reliability as email reliability has increased. Traditional mail is under pressure as email gains hegemony.
Mail Art is also having to adapt and change, and it is no longer essential for Mail Art to be a wholly snailmail experience. Indeed, it is paradoxical that many Mail Art projects culminate with website or blog documentation, yet contributions are still only accepted via traditional mail. It is time for the email attachment, emailart, to be welcomed as warmly.
drifting into digital
Keith Bates • 2 Ferngate Drive, Manchester, M20 4AH, England • keith@k-type.comThe first three quarters of my career were surprisingly rewarding, considering I was really too shy to be the confident, middle-class professional that advertisers and Teachers TV like to portray. I drifted into teaching because I couldn’t think of anything else to do and there was a shortage, even of Art teachers. Once in the job I found I quite enjoyed the first quarter century in a difficult but well organised school where an Art Teacher could be a bit wackier than most. To be a teacher all this time without ever once wearing a tie has been the source of considerable countercultural pleasure.
Seven or eight years ago things changed. A forced amalgamation of two schools, poor management, decline in student behaviour, and the stigma of ‘Special Measures’. All the fun evaporated. Many teachers jumped ship, and in retrospect I should have too. Those who stayed found that the stress of being squeezed between an increasingly intrusive inspection regime and the rise of anti-social behaviour was unbearable. Mail Art has long helped me keep things in perspective, and throughout the dark days designing fonts also became good therapy. Even so, stressed out or burned out I needed to see my doctor and take some time off.
Now I have the offer of Voluntary Early Retirement and it’s time I finally left school. The teacher’s pension will ensure the mortgage gets paid, and I’m hoping to earn a modest crust doing some design work for Leanda if her business continues to pick up speed. I’m expecting money to be a bit tighter, perhaps a lot tighter, and whilst I can never imagine giving up postal art completely, for me the idea of emailart is increasingly attractive.
Michael Lumb has written about soaring postal costs and the rise of new communications. The postal service has declined in reliability as email reliability has increased. Traditional mail is under pressure as email gains hegemony.
Mail Art is also having to adapt and change, and it is no longer essential for Mail Art to be a wholly snailmail experience. Indeed, it is paradoxical that many Mail Art projects culminate with website or blog documentation, yet contributions are still only accepted via traditional mail. It is time for the email attachment, emailart, to be welcomed as warmly.
drifting into digital
www.keithbates.co.uk • www.k-type.com
April 10, 2007
Crow Show
Crow Mail Art Show
send crow artwork by post or email
Mick Boyle • P.O. Box 364 • Conneaut Lake, PA 16316 USA • moontea@yahoo.com •
mail art exhibited at digitalmailart.blogspot.com
deadline june 1 2007
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OEM version question
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Where, as I discover as I go through
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
Wheezing ravens, when
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
This gap in time, this season not their own,
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
I don't know if this was spam or meant to be posted, but here it is.
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Where, as I discover as I go through
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
Wheezing ravens, when
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
This gap in time, this season not their own,
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
I don't know if this was spam or meant to be posted, but here it is.
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