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Part of the "Stereovisions" series by Jim Ford. 100% analog, 100% recycled materials! Photo courtesy of Helen Lysen.
Postcards I designed for the postcard swap mylittlemochi.typepad.com/post_card_swap/
Each postcard had to have the words Happy New Year, a picture of a dog (for the year of the dog) and your blog address on it.
15 x 20 handmade collage art by Jim Ford. Part of the ongoing "Talestrial Nightdreams" series, made exclusively from antique magazines of the 50s and 60s.
Artworks Copyright © 2011 - 2012 by Jim Ford. All rights reserved.
Series photographed by Helen Lysen
Rebeletter Studios
My, this is a busy card isn't it? This postcrossing postcard sent to Joseph in Canada. This card is smaller than my normal cards, for no particular reason. Papers, fabrics, string.
Part of the "Stereovisions" series by Jim Ford. 100% analog, 100% recycled materials! Photo courtesy of Helen Lysen.
(For CutnPaste Cities)
A paste. The SYNTHe Green Roof project in Downtown Los Angeles is a laser-cut structure that supports urban food production. Retro-fitted to existing rooftops, curving over services. More info at City of Sound.
Postcards I designed for the postcard swap mylittlemochi.typepad.com/post_card_swap/
Each postcard had to have the words Happy New Year, a picture of a dog (for the year of the dog) and your blog address on it.
dear bike,
It has just struck me, that it was recently our first anniversary. Needless to say, i completely forgot, as did you, judging by your silence, or are you not talking to me?
When i first saw the photos of you i knew deep down that you where the one, the one that would accompany me on a trip that would be wilder than anyone could possibly imagine.
When i first laid eyes on you, that was it, and although you didnt stop and your tyres where sagging, how could i resist the bargain price the dodgy danish man in West London was offering. You needed a new home, i needed a bicycle, it was meant to be.
So as the months past, we rode the back streets of London, down through China town round to Marble arch via Hyde Park into Knightsbridge, dodging the red routemasters, flying through red lights singing "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic", your lights flashing in time. The first time it snowed at christmas, we rode together to Pimlico every day for a month in the snow...you insisted on kicking dirt and rain in my face....its banter, i understand...
So when i proposed a journey from coast to coast of Canada, we were on fire! we spent months packing together, i got to know you inside and out, i took you apart and put you in a box. and after a 10hr flight put you back together, missing a few screws here and there, but this only made it better!
we embarked, we went through alot. sleet, snow, heat, rain, frost, torrential downpours for weeks on end...did i moan? yes, did you? of course! When you showed signs of stress in the middle of the prairies i bodged you up, we did everything together. Even when i decided to face plant 5 ft onto a rock, you where with me all along....clipped in....it meant alot. my broken ribs and your buckled wheel, we survived, as a unit of power and determination.
Sure there were times when i got so frustrated, but i think i just didnt understand. your rear wheel collapsing on the last day of the whole trip, riding the 230km in saint johns, and the 8 punctures that morning....im sure you were telling me something, i wasnt prepared to listen, i didnt want to hear it. but its all worth it in the end, i picked you up to thrown you in the warm atlantic ocean with tears in my eyes, in celebration of a challenge undertaken and conquered, with its fair share of ups and downs.
But what can i say, we bonded. we had a strong relationship for those 6 months, we knew each other, we where friends, cor, we where more than friends. you made me bleed in places i didnt know existed, you made me appreciate the finer things in life, my friends, my family, the importance of being nice...but meaning it. You showed me not everyone is out there to get you, but there are some, you taught me to watch my back, to look after myself, to light a great campfire, to sleep under the stars and keep the mosquitoes at bay, to sneak into cinemas, and youve given me memories that will never be forgotten. You made me see myself.
Thanks for the ride, susan. this is not the end.
edward
Part of the "Stereovisions" series by Jim Ford. 100% analog, 100% recycled materials! Photo courtesy of Helen Lysen.
Part of the Stereovisions series. 100% analog, 100% recycled materials! Antique paper collage on LP cover, by Jim Ford.
Densely-packed streets of El Born indicate the medieval city contained with the 21st century city. Wonderful density and natural mixed use of residences, shops, leisure and culture.
PASTE into cutnpaste cities.
This postcard was sent to Barbara in Germany. Pencil, tissue paper, wax paper, ink, gesso, watercolor, sealant. All of these cards so far have been produced on 140 lb cold press 8x5" watercolor paper.
The background is the lyrics to the song Houses on the Hill by Whiskeytown (ryan adams)
"I found a bunch of letters
That were written for the fellow who broke your momma’s heart
And the envelope folds smelled of her ancient perfume
I’ll bet she didn’t know
How to respond before the blankets of snow
Caught him out wandering alone
With no place to go
There were stars in the sky
There were houses on the hill
And there bottles of pills that were easy to buy
To keep her warm from the oncoming storm
Well I found them in the northwest corner of the attic in a box
Labeled tinsel and lights
Didn’t know what I was I looking for
Maybe just a blanket or artifacts
Eisenhower sent him to war
He kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart
And when he hit shore
Must have been a target for the gunman
There were stars in the sky
There were bunkers on the hill and there were caskets to fill
Where he will lie
Shrouded in the red white and blue with the stripes
There were stars in the sky
There were houses on the hill
And there were bottles of pills that were easy to buy
To keep her warm from the oncoming storm"