Showing posts with label imperfect postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imperfect postcards. Show all posts

17.1.11

2 more imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter (& a note from l.b.)


"Landscape: Another 25-cent junk painting that
has that look of Fall in the American countryside.

Still life of table: From my junk master's
collection--it reminded me of Thanksgiving."









the above in her original notes for
the postcards series. i've been
thinking about art a lot lately,
and maybe the reason it took
so long to publish these is that
i needed them to remind me
that art is not easy to define
and harder, still, to qualify.
louise bourgeois just arrived
in the mail, via a suggestion
here's what she said on p. 91:


"If I am asked what I want to
express, then this makes more
sense. At that point there is a
mystery we can at least talk
about, since for a lifetime I have
wanted to say the same thing..."















3.12.10

imperfect postcards V

a little christmas from mary randolph carter:

"Last Christmas day my sister Nell and I dragged in this long weather-worn trestle table from outside and set it up in the front hall of Muskettoe Pointe Farm. There would be forty of us for our sit-down holiday dinner, so it was a last-minute solution! My father had built it and another years ago for one of our weddings. Mother said no one would sit there because it was off the beaten track, i.e. not in the main dining room near the tree and open fire. Her instincts are usually right, but not that night. It was the most popular seat in the house. I think because it was something new and totally improvised. A few hours before dinner began, my son Carter caught the imperfect table perfectly!"




















2.12.10

imperfect postcards IV


"This photo of my Mother and Father was taken in the sixties by a good friend who would often visit Muskettoe Pointe Farm, our home in Virginia. It is the most romantic image of them caught in the fields beyond our house. They were in love from the time they were 12 years old."














1.12.10

imperfect postcards [and splendid lovely style court]

from mary randolph carter:

"This pic from the book (page 213) was taken by my son Carter Berg in his blue Ford pick-up that he lets me borrow to go junking. From the looks of it and the smile on my face it was a successful hunt! I am wearing my favorite old torn-up black and blue checked flannel quilted work shirt that I bought over twenty years ago in a local work wear kind of store. It's so comfortable and comforting."














[there's a truly wonderful post
at style court today. courtney
has chronicled mary randolph
carter's holiday workshop, here.
imperfectly magnificent holiday fun.
style court's earlier & equally
superb post is here.
a pure delight!
vt]










imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter (a series)

"An old windup clock
that has sat on my desk
in NYC for years and years.
It's never ticked a tock!
(note the dust!)"

24.11.10

imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter





it's been busy here,
dear reader. but stay
stay tuned! as soon as
the stuffing's stuffed & the
turkey is basted, there's
something fun in store:
imperfect postcards from
the inimitable m. r. c.,
author of the treasured
(which is sitting on the
desk beside me as we
speak). worth waiting for.
talk to you soon. happy thanksgiving!






photo: mary randolph carter


p. s. carter will be at oblong books friday 11.27