A postcard for you?

horses at dusk

This is a hand painted postcard. I have really been enjoying “Mail Art” and have been trying to paint a new one every day. These horses have been out in a pasture all day and I think they are ready for some oats.

I wonder if anyone reads my blog. Ok. So comment on this painting and I will pick a deserving person and send it to them. You? Maybe! I will contact you if I don’t know your mailing address..

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my life in cartoons – part one

As part of a mail art exchange, I was asked to correspond in cartoon format. By the time the weekend was out, I had done 8 complete strips and an autobiography! It looks like I have to work on the lettering..
To read the cartoons, click on the cartoon until it is full size. Scroll down. Stay tuned for part two tomorrow.

First Page of Mimi's Autobiography

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Mail art – a life long love affair

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When I was six, we moved away from the street where I had lived for my entire life. We had lived in 3 different apartments there before life as I knew it shattered forever. It seemed that my two best friends, one, a girl named Roberta, and the other, a boy named Michael O’Hara, were lost to me. But Roberta and I started to write letters. As you know, most 6 year olds aren’t very good at writing, so we drew each other pictures. I was never one for good penmanship, I am sure her mother recoiled in horror at what I sent, but we both enjoyed making and receiving the letters. It was a correspondence that continued until just a few years ago when she became aligned with a very radical right wing movement and went off on immigrants.

But I digress. As we got older, we quit drawing pictures, so the letters became just letters. Then, in the 1970’s my cousin Cindy started writing to me, as she too had left home and changed coastlines. She made her own envelopes! Oh they were gorgeous. Nothing could incite me to write a letter faster than getting a letter from Cindy. And then I just took off.
I found that envelopes could be decorated with pencil, ink, stickers, watercolors. I decorated my love letters to Donald with fanciful drawings, each of which he saved.
Today I am even more into decorating my mail. Unfortunately, I have only a few correspondents who likewise spend time making their mail to me beautiful. Cindy is one of them and Elle, a great niece who shares my love of horses is the other. I need to write some letters today!

How about you? Do you do snail mail?

ps. I still occasionally exchange letters with Michael O’Hara, who is living a good life with his wife and kids on the east coast.

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Just a friendly thank you

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As I am getting ready for my show at The Station, I am painting less and doing a lot more of the background kinds of jobs that artists must do, like matting, framing and getting paintings in order. I am, however, trying to keep my paintbrushes wet.

I have always loved to get and to send mail, and have been decorating envelopes and making cards for decades. This is the outside of a thank you card.

From April 1st to April 30th a good variety of my paintings will be on display at The Station, which is a very friendly little coffee shop at 2533 16th Ave S Seattle, WA 98144‎ on Beacon Hill. Most of the paintings that will be on display are for sale. All sales proceeds go to Animal Conservation organizations.

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Hellebore Hellebore Hellebore. Such a funny name for a pretty flower

I like getting an assignment. Sometimes when I don’t know what to paint and a friend tells me a story like the one that follows, I find myself very inspired.

So here’s the story: I have this really cool friend who is currently designing her yard. She decided she’d plant some Hellebores. While describing her plantings to her neighbor, the neighbor took great pains to correct her “That’s Helleborus.” She said. My friend has a LOT of class; and would never argue with someone about something so petty. But my friend was not born yesterday, and she KNEW that the word “Hellebore” was correct and that Helleborus was simply the Latin name for the plant. Well, the next day, same thing happens, My friend talks about her Hellebore nicely planted and her neighbor corrects her AGAIN.

So I decided my friend needed an authoritative postcard from a botany artist… and here it is!

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