Today we went to the the San Francisco Center for the Book and checked out the old school way of print making. There were various printing machines, each looking particularly dangerous and enticing. I stayed toward the back, just in case one of the machines gained a life of its own. While in the vicinity, the class was given a small tour of the mail exhibit, housing over three hundred pieces of artistic mail. There was one piece of mail that was a jar (who knew jars of liquid were allowed or safe to send?) of water from the Mississippi River, and clunking around in the grimy goop was what appeared to be a bunch of tightly bound paper. Seeing the thing from a distance, I assumed someone had the audacity to leave a fish floating around in a jar, a little something something for the receiver. Once again, my imagination took me too far. All in all, the trip highlighted the art of printing and significance of paper, its long journey that’s quickly fading into the ether.
The photos are just a little snapshot of what went down today. At the table, my homegirls are making their mail art. The picture of all the cool looking machinery is the printing press setup in the main area.