To Mr Cheng
I’ve always been a little off. This idea has been something that has actually done by my family at one point, but for a reason that wasn’t art.
The picture seen here is from Swedish Artist Eric Ericson. He spent many years sending objects through the mail and these are a few of them. I have every intention of copying it. My mother does not know it yet, but she is about to get sent random miscellaneous objects from me. So if anyone reading finds something quirky that they want me to mail (within reason), I will send it to my mother. And when I say within reason, I’m talking stuff that she will likely just laugh at as opposed to something I will get a lecture about. As it is I’m sure she’s going to mail me a list to therapists in the area and tell me to seek help after this.
I called my grandmother this morning and told her about it. She is doing much better. She told me she’d received the postcards I’d sent her and asked me about my weekend. She was more curious about the things I was doing. She told me many tales about her life. We talked a little bit about the hospital and then I mentioned this.
My friend the dark prince said he will help me in the experiment if I want to send him things. The project is for art as well as humor.
My grandmother reminded me of the time my grandfather did this. He is far from being an artist though.
In a box somewhere is the muffler from my dad’s old Seabring convertible. My dad was moving back to California from IL and wanted to try and get a trailer hitch on the back. Grandpa’s brilliant idea was to saw off the muffler- which he did- take a permanent marker to it and some stamps and mail it to my dad’s new address in California.
It did indeed get there and has been a family joke for nearly 10 years now.
Seeing this post made me smile and so did my grandmother. I told her I was going to send various objects to my mother and not tell her beforehand. My grandmother didn’t help. She actually encouraged the project.
“I found one of your shoes here. Just one. You should send it to him or your mother.” she said with a giggle.
“Oh really? Which one?”
“Some black and white one.”
I told her some of the things I planned on sending my mother already. Just miscellaneous crap that’s around the apartment that I really have no clue why it’s there. I told my roommate to let me know what he finds while he’s cleaning to send to mom.
“I may be little but I’m odd.” I quoted Eddie Munster.
“I know.” he said and chuckled.
And now my postman is going to know too. Yay!
Epilogue: My grandmother thanked me for the cards I’ve sent. I told her I will send her more. She told me “Thank you for making me smile today. Thank you for making me laugh and feel full of life again.” I think this is the start of a beautiful morning.
Epilogue 2: I’m going to see if I can actually tape some of this but will need a partner in crime and would prefer not to do it at the post office near me as I’m there twice a week as it is already. If you are interested in being said counterpart please send me an email to inquire about this position or I may just post it on Craigslist.
I am an Enigma 