I entered a mail art show in
co-curated by Frannie Mae Rutkovsky.
In the Governor’s Square Mall. I don’t remember
what the theme was. I submitted a pile of books,
with a sign, saying, “Free – Take One.” The rules
of mail art are, “No jury, no fees, all work exhibited,
as received. Documentation to participants.” That is,
no censorship. But also, no careerism. No careerist need apply.
This is the dead letter office. Owen asked to come with me.
He was 14. We went by
the
the Rubenses, and the
the three big Dalis to the Rubenses and the big Dalis to the small Dalis.
I figured this was as education as a day of middle school.
Also, he got to see an artist at work. Me. In my public persona,
Jack the Raver.