Today I worked on something that I started over a year ago for the first time: making greeting cards. It was an extremely satisfying experience.
For years I've felt there was something creative in me trying to get out. And for the last couple of years I've taken pictures of random things and never really knew what I would end up doing with them.
Here are some prototypes:
Once I bluffed and fooled everyone, I stopped playing. It was enough that my eyes hadn’t revealed everything for once.
This one above I actually made last October, and I still like it. So after mailing out all those copies, I made another.
Momma wished for a bigger set of tits. See how that didn’t work?
This one above was a postcard secret I made last October, and it's one of my favorite things I've ever made because it was so anguished and heartfelt. I felt like it didn't need any writing inside because it said enough already.
We painted our bodies like savages and vowed to give our children names of towns we’d never been to. Then your mother called and told you to come home for dinner.
Do you honestly think that slut Henrietta will love you the way I can?
I heard, I heard. I heard it clear. I was afraid to follow. (Shel Silverstein)
This one above I have on my MySpace page entitled "run away with little boy blue." That title is appropriate for so many reasons. As is this caption.
Turned off the stove—check. Set the cat free—check. Told the landlord to go fuck himself—check. Gave you all my taped MacGuyver episodes—damn…
I bought stamps and put my brand name on the back of each: 6 Birds Cards
There are a couple that I want to re-work a bit. There are at least a dozen more that I've made and am still thinking about the captions. But I'm pretty happy with them. Also, I realize they're not for everyone, as has already been evident from the people I've shown them to. I don't care, though. I love them. I'd buy them.