new blotter art for Pastora* de Chile / millions of beavers marching north / an Artist is never poor
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On the Internet, nobody has to know you're really a dog. Or a beaver, or a poisonous cane toad. So when I tell you that I have received a Comment from Pastora* (the asterisk comes with her nick), and that Pastora* is a 22-year-old woman from Santiago (Saint James, the patron saint of Spain), Chile, who collects or maybe even creates Blotter Art ... well, that's who she says she is, but one thing completely beyond dispute is her Blotter Art Blog, which is quite dreamy.
Anyway, here is Pastora* 's Comment:
Hi, i desing blotter
... which I am translating to maybe mean
Hi, I desire your blotter art
She means the poster I made to grieve the recent death of Dr. Albert Hofmann, the inventer of LSD. The centerpiece of the poster is a piece of Blotter Art, apparently very well known and beloved in Europe, probably because it is impregnated with some excellent acid, which shows Dr. Hofmann riding home from his Sandoz laboratory in Switzerland for lunch on his bicycle on Monday 19 April 1943 while experiencing the very first acid trip in history.
Like all Blotter Art, the Hofmann Bicycle Blotter's artist is anonymous, unknown. (So is the underground criminal biochemist who made the acid with which it's impregnated.) But I made the pretty poster that surrounds it -- Blotter Selvedge.
I am delighted to send my poster to Pastora* in Chile, even if Pastora* is really a 73-year-old steam railroad engineer in Albania named Viktor.
And I have created a new piece of Blotter Art especially for Pastora* , and here it is.
Surely if Pastora* really is in Chile, she knows that any day now, a pregnant Canadian beaver may successfully swim north about 8 kilometers across a channel between Tierra del Fuego / Patagonia, to the mainland of the southern tip of South America.
The beavers shouldn't be there, but they were imported (like the poisonous Australian cane toad) by the Peron-era Argentine government to establish a beaver fur industry. In South America, the beaver has no natural predators to keep its population in balance, so since the late 1940s the beavers have been reproducing like teenagers, and have totally destroyed the forests of Tierra del Fuego and turned it into The Mother Of All Beaver Swamps.
If the pregnant beaver makes it to the mainland (they are excellent swimmers), beavers will very promptly destroy all the forests of South America, and nothing can stop them. Beavers will destroy South America. It's like an African Killer Bee thing.
So here is my Beavers Marching North to Destroy South America Blotter Art (in the spirit of Mickey Mouse Sorcerer's Apprentice Blotter Art).
Of course if Pastora* likes it, I absolutely forbid her from slipping it to an evil criminal biochemist who will impregnate my art with some excellent LSD which will bring mirth and joy and celebration to thousands of South Americans at Manu Chau concerts. Don't do that. It would be Wrong. Just Say No.
Oh, I do know one thing for certain about Pastora* : She is rich.
How do I know this?
Because when Babette, who once long ago was the greatest Chef in Paris, spent all her Lottery winnings to cook one wonderful dinner meal for her friends in a tiny little town in northern Denmark, she explained: