there was an art card swap on sunday. here are the cards...keep scrolling for the story!
on sunday i went to an artist card trading session. the concept is simple: make at least five 2.5" by 3.5 " cards and swap them for cards that other people have made. i spent most of saturday stressing about it. "i'm not an artist, goddammit!" i moaned to j. i took painstaking efforts with my cards, stitching tiny fabric birds and leaves onto pieces of interfacing. it took me an hour to make each one, and in the end i only had five to trade. i even came up with pretentious names for each"her eyes were made for crying" for instance (i think that's from an SG tattoo!), or "the lovers are winning"but in the end i scrapped that idea as being just too over-the-top.
when i arrived, 20-something arty hipsters were mingling with 40-something country crafters. "hey, you're just in time," said r. "people just started trading." before i could get a good look at everyone's stuff, a woman with about 30 cards covered in felt-pen hearts and the words "LIVE LAUGH LOVE" nabbed me and asked if i wanted to trade. "uhhh, i dunno..." i said, looking helplessly around. another woman approached me with a sheet of what looked like clip-art butterflies covered in glitter. "well, do you want anything? do you? well, do you?" she asked. the truth was, i had gotten attached to my cards and didn't want to give them up for just any old crap. god, i hope none of the country crafters are reading this narcissistic little rant.
my eyes drifted away. "i like yours," said a guy further down the table. "would you like to trade?" i peered at his cards, which looked like standard goth fare. "EMBRYO 666," said one card, with a skeletal-looking ink sketch and a poem that read, "i am 555...you are 666." i debated getting this one just for the kitsch value, then glanced over at the card next to it. "oh, i didn't write that one," said the guy, "that's from the Necronomicon." damn! i knew i should have stuck with the pretentious titles.
shortly after i got rid of my cards (i did eventually get some good ones from the arty kids), two girls showed up with some truly awesome ones...but i didn't have any left to trade! next time, it'll be all about quantity, not quality. maybe i'll crop a bunch of my photos and print up a big batch.
on sunday i went to an artist card trading session. the concept is simple: make at least five 2.5" by 3.5 " cards and swap them for cards that other people have made. i spent most of saturday stressing about it. "i'm not an artist, goddammit!" i moaned to j. i took painstaking efforts with my cards, stitching tiny fabric birds and leaves onto pieces of interfacing. it took me an hour to make each one, and in the end i only had five to trade. i even came up with pretentious names for each"her eyes were made for crying" for instance (i think that's from an SG tattoo!), or "the lovers are winning"but in the end i scrapped that idea as being just too over-the-top.
when i arrived, 20-something arty hipsters were mingling with 40-something country crafters. "hey, you're just in time," said r. "people just started trading." before i could get a good look at everyone's stuff, a woman with about 30 cards covered in felt-pen hearts and the words "LIVE LAUGH LOVE" nabbed me and asked if i wanted to trade. "uhhh, i dunno..." i said, looking helplessly around. another woman approached me with a sheet of what looked like clip-art butterflies covered in glitter. "well, do you want anything? do you? well, do you?" she asked. the truth was, i had gotten attached to my cards and didn't want to give them up for just any old crap. god, i hope none of the country crafters are reading this narcissistic little rant.
my eyes drifted away. "i like yours," said a guy further down the table. "would you like to trade?" i peered at his cards, which looked like standard goth fare. "EMBRYO 666," said one card, with a skeletal-looking ink sketch and a poem that read, "i am 555...you are 666." i debated getting this one just for the kitsch value, then glanced over at the card next to it. "oh, i didn't write that one," said the guy, "that's from the Necronomicon." damn! i knew i should have stuck with the pretentious titles.
shortly after i got rid of my cards (i did eventually get some good ones from the arty kids), two girls showed up with some truly awesome ones...but i didn't have any left to trade! next time, it'll be all about quantity, not quality. maybe i'll crop a bunch of my photos and print up a big batch.
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im also going to the card trading show and the end of the month..
you are a great inspiration
The top card with the bird and the heart is so cute!