theyr’e much better for collage.
a number of years ago, while on a field trip to a foundry for a weekend while at art school, a bunch of us had dinner at a local diner and began passing our paper placemats around and drawing on them. Some of my class mates would stare blankly while others went right to work. The ones that took a minute or looked blankly a the blank page asked how those of us came up with stuff so readily. For some it was habit or a style or a character they had drawn for years. I believe this is one of the first times I consciously considered the idea of Don’t Think Draw. It was a matter of not thinking and just putting pen to paper. In some cases it was copying the placemat design or details and continuing from there. I believe that is what was happening in the middle section of the corpse as I had business cards strewn all over the desk.
Not that it matter all that much, but here again is another corpse where people didn’t quite follow the lines or add directly to them.
You may have noticed an old typewriter in images from my office. I left a sheet of paper in it, and let people type away as they please. I believe the text began at the grand opening and was added to throughout the exhibition. Not too bad considering the age of the typewriter. Might be time for a new ribbon, though.
I received a delivery notice when I came to the office this morning, so as soon as I got the chance I went and picked it up. No return address, no name, but the postmark does reveal some clues. This was unexpected, so I was eager to see what I received. After bringing it back to the office I took a closer look.
I believe these are post office markings
Nicaraguan cigars, a personal favourite. Is this from someone close to me?
The seals are broken, so no not likely cigars. Parcel bomb perhaps? Am I parcel bombable? I’ve only had a physical address for a couple of weeks.
It appears to be a stamp or seal. Greenwood, BC. Apparently, the smallest city in Canada. 
I suspect this is the main drive of this parcel. An exquisite corpse writing project. I’ve talked to a few people about the corpse since starting the office a few years ago. Particularly it’s beginnings as a written project and poetic in nature. Recent conversations with a couple of writers lead me to more early surrealist writings, which in turn lead to Maldorer by Comte de Lautreamont. Not necessarily a Surrealist writing, but an early French poetic writing influential among the Dadaists and Surrealists. It is Comte de Lautreamont’s only published writing as he died young. I recommend giving it a read even if not in it’s entirety, it is full of incredible imagery. I have a hunch on who sent this package my way, so I’m off to interrogate suspects.
office of surrealist investigations 