One objective of the habitorium has become to converse with the mail delivery person. this morning, my wife excitedly came into my studio and announced that the mailman just knocked on the door. she described him holding the several paintings up, in front of his face, and saying “you sure you want to mail this?” he shook the paintings. “like this?”
yes, she said she was sure. she told him that “it was part of the art.” she was laughing.
“He walked away holding the paintings up in the air, waving them back and forth saying ‘the mail is a dirty place. the mail is a dirty place.’”
this is not the first time someone has been resistant to putting the paintings through the system.