Kristane Murray

This is a live auction artwork.

The mailbox has nothing to fear. Electronic Mail cannot take that place in society. (Yes, for my young readers, e-mail is short for electronic mail.)

I know this to be true because I waited in line to use the computerized self-service postal clerk at the Unites States Post Office. Properly addressed and stamped mail will always fashion. Can anything replace the post card from exotic Bali or Cote d'Azure marked "par avion?"

The wedding invitation would never be the same after the "Love" stamp. The men and women who write those pithy birthday cards about growing older would have been out
of jobs some time ago. Yet they still write them and we send them.

The handwritten note in an envelope with the tiny painting in the upper right hand corner is not only tangible but archival. Without the mailbox our scrapbooks would be thin at best.

The internet began the mailbox renaissance. We walk to the mailbox with burning anticipation of the hard won trinket from that internet auction. Junk mail is fuel for stand up
comedians and proof for all that is absurd in this world.

We all know the story of the family dog receiving a sweepstakes entry with purchase of a magazine subscription.

What would collage artists do without all of the free raw-material provided by direct mail merchants?

Excuse me, I heard the USPS rural route mail truck.

I bet it is the author-signed galley proof copy of the trashy novel I won on the above mentioned internet auction. It was four dollars and the seller mailed it at book rate, parcel post of course!