Author: Chandler
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Goosed!
Holy flying gaggles, but we upped the ante this year! I don’t know if it was the gorgeous sunshine that graced us after literally months of dreary rain— —or Sweet Pea’s extra-awesome 2011 poncho— but this year’s Wayzgoose was larger than life. (In case you’re curious, that little Sigwalt press is inked up to print…
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Gearin’ up the ‘Goose
Jessica and I have locked ourselves in her studio with an armful of Talking Heads records (go, portable turntable!) and some very sharp knives. Don’t worry about us, though—it’s just an annual tradition here in T-town. That’s because this Sunday is the seventh annual Wayzgoose, that crazy letterpress block party that draws hordes, flocks, gaggles…
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Cuppa cure
It might officially be spring out there, but around the house, winter still has us in its grip. Both the Tailor and I have been battling a particularly nasty, über virus for weeks now, so no matter how promising the weather reports might be, my brain is just screaming at me to stay home. I’m…
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S.O.S.
Not long ago I stood where the ripple of a far-away tragedy would soon wash ashore—just as we will send the Pacific rippling back westward when—not if—our time comes. We received the echo of Japan’s catastrophe like the other end of a tin-can walkie-talkie, string pulled taut. This time the waves are faint at our…
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Horton hears a universe
You know, I spent the whole time I was at Codex just trying to process everything around me. I thought the few weeks since that I’ve been telling stories and rehashing memories would make it easier to sort it out in my mind, but I still just can’t seem to articulate the impressions bouncing around…
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Warning Signs
In honor of Black History Month, and of the might of the written word, our newest Dead Feminist is powerhouse poet Gwendolyn Brooks. Without further ado, I’ll hand over my pen to her: Reading is important. Read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything. I guess we’re done with the knitting needles and home canning for…
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Back from Narnia
After thirteen days and 2,382 miles on the road, I’m finally home in the real world again. And that’s exactly how it feels—like I’ve been in a land of make-believe for the past two weeks. A place of impossible landscapes and endless shorelines and absolutely no connection to things like phones and computers and deadlines…
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M.I.A.
Going A.W.O.L. from the studio can be a very good thing—especially when this is the destination. I’m here to spend some time with these folks, for the sake of this. But the “work” part of my trip is done now, so I spent today up here. And tomorrow I’m leaving for home, but I’ll be…
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Lettering lingerie
I’m giggling like a schoolgirl, now that my new Naughty Undies valentine is here! This is my latest pop-up card collaboration with Igloo Letterpress—Allison came up with with the mischievous rhyme and die-cut structure, and I did an entirely typographic illustration of a pair of pink unmentionables. Want to make your Valentine’s eyes pop a…
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Living history
A composite of two image flats from the book. Anyway, after a good, long run, my Local Conditions exhibit is closing tomorrow afternoon, and this week I’ve been revisiting some of my favorite images from the book. This one always gets me thinking about how much a city can change over the course of a…