Part art installation, part performance residency and part travelling archive, Voices at Hand is an ongoing project examining the essence of why we keep letters. Unpredictable and spontaneous, personal yet wonderfully public; artist Wendy Trusler's blog posts chronicle her day to day finds from one city to the next.
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Monday, March 4, 2013
In the News
Thanks CHEX for the great piece on Friday night Newswatch! And a big thank you Lady Eaton College for having Voices at Hand for an extra day. I'll be striking the installation tomorrow. Check back in soon for the residency summary.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
It Starts With Wonder — Day 4 Lady Eaton College
I’m told there are private niches like the one where I’ve
installed Voices at Hand all over Lady
Eaton College. Mine was intended for dining, not research, but even with the
din of the main dining hall I find I can focus. I feel separate and yet part of
things. Perfect.
The downside is my nook doesn’t get walk by traffic—of course if
it did it wouldn’t be much of a nook. I can see bodies heading to and from
classes along the porticos across the courtyard and know the students in the
dining room are wondering what I’m doing. Jean in the cafeteria is my informer
and she’s been encouraging students to ask me themselves since day one.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Maybe We Are All Wayfinding?—Day 2 Lady Eaton College
Yesterday at Lady Eaton I processed and added sixty-one new
letters to the collection including stacks of Christmas cards and Valentines and a large number of letters I was prepared to file in The Big News, The Small News
or The Juicy News.
Today, after mounting a number of over-sized letters from Wayfinding in the dining hall to lure
diners to my installation I’m not so sure.
A blank postcard with a note attached to it promising to locate
a risqué letter recounting a ménage-a-trois:
Monday, February 25, 2013
Random Storylines in the Calm Before the Storm—Day 1 Lady Eaton College
I love the way I can fly under the radar on the first day of
a residency.
I’m sure students and faculty at Lady Eaton College have noticed something is up in the dining hall, but only a handful made their way to my fishbowl-like annex. I’ll give them until midday tomorrow before I employ small acts of art sabotage to lure more in.
I’m sure students and faculty at Lady Eaton College have noticed something is up in the dining hall, but only a handful made their way to my fishbowl-like annex. I’ll give them until midday tomorrow before I employ small acts of art sabotage to lure more in.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Hearing Voices Again: Trent West Bank Coming Soon.
Hi Everyone,
A brief missive to invite you to Lady Eaton College next
week where I’ll be artist-in-residence for my ninth installation of Voices at Hand. I’ll
be sharing and expanding my collection of nearly 4,000 letters, hopefully with
some of yours.
Promised me letters in the past? Perhaps the mail is slow? Still
searching for your shoebox or reading the letters you found? Now’s your chance.
Scan and press send,
mail them or better yet bring them to me on site. That way I can share some of
the treasures I’ve found.
Hope to see you,
Wendy
P.S. Follow the project on facebook, twitter and http://voicesathand.blogspot.com
See the residency particulars below.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Art and Faith - Norfolk County Summary
I never know what I’m looking for, but I always find
it.
People often ask what sort of letters I want when considering
a donation to the project. It’s a question I try not to answer. Unlike most
archives I resist establishing a priority in part because leaving that decision
up to the donor feels like a more honest way of building the collection, but
also because I could never think of the characters and stories within the
letters I’m brought.
Bryan writes his pen pal from a correctional facility in
Michigan.
King George V sends best wishes and thanks to a returning
WWI soldier.
Norrie complains he “is still struggling with the language”
in a postcard dashed off before a meeting in Bologna with Umberto Eco.
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