 Call & Response Gianni Simone 3-3-23 Nagatsuta Midori-ku Yokohama-shi 226-0027 Kanagawa-ken Japan $3 or 3IRCs email Call & Response Before commenting on this review please read the FAQ page Home page Notes for publishers Want to be a reviewer? Anthologies. Books. Audio. Magazines. Software. Video. Artefacts. Web design by Gerald England This page last updated: 21st May 2004. |
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A5 stapled booklet with 24 pages. It is entirely written by Gianni Simone who says: Call & Response is a published irregularly, whenever I have enough material.He also says that it is his first attempt at publishing something that is not related to his first passion — mail art. The whole booklet has a mail art feel, with the personal, chatty and rather intimate feel that mail art brings. It is full of short articles and anecdotes of the type that would not be out of place on a low ebb chat show. There is the DIARY OF A PHOTOCOPIER ABUSER, MAHARAJA FOR A DAY and THE AGE OF TRAVELLING. There is also a snipped called AN INTRODUCTION TO MAIL ART: Mail art, or correspondence art, is a loose international network of people who exchange mail, artworks, and ideas both on a one-to-one basis and participating in international projects and exhibitions. Actually, the Network is not a cohesive, organized one but rather a magmatic, ever-changing, organic entity with no centre, made of a theoretically infinite number of sub-networks. There is no leadership, no manifesto, no written rules. The only common trait in all this action is the fact the communication, and especially the sending of art and other works, is mostly done through the mail (even though many people now communicate by the quicker and cheaper email).This publication embodies mail art in that it is presented as a medium for chat. The artwork is very good. For me, the piece called DARK PASSAGES is the most interesting. It begins: I've been curious about my Dark Zone ever since I found out about its existence. I had promised to take myself on an expedition, but I'd never had the guts to do it. finally, one night I entered the tunnels. There I found my id waiting for me. He would be my guide. After a short walk, we came upon two tracks. One of them was live, the other was dead. The id could not remember which one was live, but when we put our ears against the rails we heard distant creams. We took that one. | ||
| reviewer: Doreen King. |