I get some odd mail these days, which is a lot of fun but most of it has one thing in common -- it's all pretty much the same size.
Not so, the other day. I opened the box, found a strange envelope, and out spilled tiny prints and envelopes, painstakingly constructed and printed, now turned into some kind of miniature confetti of postalserviceness.
As Dystatic puts it: "All my stuff is small, and not very wordy."
True, but I liked the words as well, simple, accompanying larger booklets of nature-based prints.
You can find dystatic here, or write to:
dystatic
po box 20083 rpo beverly
edmonton, ab canada
t5w 5e6
