By Eli Allison
In a not too distant future, people are split into either Citizens with rights or VOIDs with nothing. Forced to live in the former port, the VOIDs have adapted to the floods; the brutal nature of life outside of society however, is not so easy.
Friday, 19 May 2017
Hello you gorgeous little nuggets of fun,
Wanna see something cool?
So I’ve been an industrious little Yorkshire lass, toiling away in my bunker, prep prep prepping for the big one. Searching how to survive, hunting for truths, raging against losing my mind, (and by bunker I mean my office with adorable unicorn tape dispenser, and by big one I mean 50% funded and by raging against losing my mind I mean raging against losing my mind).
Where the hell am I going with all of this? Postcards. Hand drawn, hand painted, crazy lady postcards. Why the hell would you hand make anything, paint shop… hello? I hear you ask. I also hear the slow build-up of static but that’s my mind slipping off into the ether and nothing for you lovelies to worry about.
For the answer to the question you didn’t really ask, I am an aggressive crafter.
This is my glue gun there are many like it…. So on and so forth; eye twitch, eye twitch, bang.
I never really grew up when it came to crafting. (Still like to spread PVA glue on my hands, let it dry and peel till happiness spreads in places it shouldn’t.) So when I had a paddy with a Microsoft program, that is Goddamn dead to me. That sealed the deal.
The idea for some was a few quotes from the book, (which is a smidge savage) contrasting against the pretty watercolours. The more intricate one is a play on vintage travel posters, if you look closely it’s not quite what it seems.
All the postcards you see here (plus a secret one) will end up in the swag bags, for all you marvellous swaggers! So if you want to get your mitts on ‘em you know what to do. Hunt me down like Liam Neeson or up your pledge; whichever you can fit into your lunch break.
There is a third way. I will be handing them out at some super exciting future events in the works, like lube at a….well you get the idea.
Sending air kisses and cheeky winks. Enjoy your weekends you feisty scamps.
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