My dear friend Edith Abeyta is still in the Netherlands, salvaging the wreck of a residency gone wrong. She sent me the anemic, photocopied invite to the Something’s Brewing exhibition, though. The backside is the same, but in Dutch. The multicolored tickets are for the beer that was brewed as part of the project. The idea of Dutch art intellectuals trying to intellectualize Edith’s work, while tippling, seems comical and alien.
Also, she sent me this bizarre old Dutch postcard, too. I’m not sure what the symbolism is here, other than “the Netherlands is all about windmills, wooden shoes, wacky hats and tulips”, but the accordion fold out photos seem to suggest that if you look up a nice Dutch Girl’s skirt, there’s images of pastoral Dutch life to see. Since nearly everyone I’ve ever known who’s gone to the Netherlands sent me dirty or pornographic postcards or both, this postcard seems beautifully surreal.
