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24 March 2016

Wish You Were Here


Wish you were here, by Emily Martin
“Consists of 21 envelopes and 57 postcards commemorating the artist’s trip to Wales and mailed to Iowa City, Iowa. The postcards, numbered sequentially from 1 to 57, are distributed in groups of 3 in the envelopes, each set forming one continuous communication. Each envelope also contains some memento from the trip, e.g., an airline boarding pass, a hotel receipt, a parking ticket, etc. Postmarked chiefly from Cardiff, Wales, the envelopes are joined to each other by interlocking loops cut from their ends and hinged together by a series of red and yellow pencils”.

Taken from here.

12 comments:

  1. Ooh, that's a nice and clever way to put memories together!

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    1. It's a great idea. I was thinking about sending mail to myself from my next holidays... But finally I never do; I would feel silly writing to myself..

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    2. I agree with that silly feeling, however I sometimes do, I've at least a few postcards now (from the bridge in Murcia, for instance :-) ). If I would keep a blank postcard as a souvenir I would not know what to do with them after years - I am sending out some cards from holidays long ago, and of course we can send them blank to Postmuse, to be adopted by someone else. But the few written and stamped cards are more 'me', and nice to keep as a little diary. I found a postcard sent by me to my parents in the nineties. Found it in an old book in my parents' place - my dad had used it as a bookmark - and I had totally forgotten both the card and the occasion, so it was great to have some memoriea brought back to present time by this postcard!

      Also commerce has discovered people who want to qrite to themselves: in my favourite bookstore I recently found booklets ritled 'letters to my future me', with instead of pages envelopes in which you can put 'letters to my future me'?!?

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    3. (sorry for the misspellings, 'memories' of course, and 'write')

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    4. Link to the booklet:
      www.unieboekspectrum.nl/boek/9789000344574/Brieven-aan-mijn-toekomstige-zelf-met-uitvouwbare-enveloppen/

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    5. But it is not the same:you wrote to your parents. I wonder if I would feel embarrassed when reading the letters I wrote as a teenager... :)

      I had seen somewhere these books (in English). It's a nice idea. But I wonder why people needs to buy the book... You can do it yourself!

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    6. You could always write a note to your future self like... 'Remember that ______________ we saw when we were in ____________?"

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    7. Do you send postcards to yourself when travelling?

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    8. I don't, however I almost never send any. The last time was to you and family, but only because I was in Mexico.

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    9. :D
      For me, it is an important part of the trips, but I never wrote to myself.

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  2. No more worries or bad feelings: I really would recommend you to write, Eva!
    Not only to my parents I did, but also a few postcards to myself, just because I liked the picture in the postcard (bridge in Murcia, and more recently the Waalbrug :-) ). Because if we don't, who else would send those specific pictures to us?? And buying a blank card to keep, I think less adventurous - and a less fine memory when we see the card back after 20 years - as is a real traveled postcard :-)

    The alternative is to send the blank card to me in an envelope, accompanied with a note about the trip, and consequently I would write your story in my own words and handwriting on that card, and thus send it back to you! Yes! I would love to do!!
    Might be a nice mail project, don't you think so? The only thing is that your handwriting is more beautiful and readable than mine is - but that can also be part of the mail adventure (hardly-readable trip memories) :-)

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    1. Let me think about a mail project like this... :D

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