Letters
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
A friend of a friend died recently. He was in his eighties and worked as a graphic designer and artist. He also was an avid collector of many things, but especially books. Most of his collection ended up in musea and archives, but after that his friends could take their pick from what was left. And after that anybody was welcome to take some books home, and that is why i was at his almost empty house last monday. There were still some books and magazines left that nobody wanted, and because i like to cut them to pieces for collages, i could have them. The problem is that i don’t have any space, so i could only take one box. I choose a small pile of books and some issues of the Swiss art magazine “du”, mainly from the sixties. Du still exists, but the magazines that i have before me right now are heartbreaking beautiful. The idea that i am going to cut them apart seems pretty ridiculous at this moment.
The magazine is larger that A4, which is bigger than the size of my scanner, and i don’t have much time today, so you will have to wait a little longer until i can show you some of the content of the magazine.
Lately i have been thinking a lot about what i want to do with my writing and drawing. The best thing that i can think of is doing everything i do in the form of letters. Writing and drawing letters is what pleases me most. Of course, it means that only one person gets to see and read it, but i could make scans before i mail the letters and publish some of the them in this blog. I rarely write about private matters so that would be no problem, and of course i would make a carefull selection. But it would mean a rather big change for this blog, so i want to think about it a little longer.
Here are some pages of a recent letter to T., (the woman who was the friend of the friend, that i mentioned earlier) about the stuff is lying on my desk right now:
