From The H
In the golden past, when the H lived at 327, she displayed a handful of her beautiful collages around the house. They tended to be small, they usually had an bird or a bug, and were always radiant. When she left, they left with her. Now, I am thrilled to have one of my very own. Where shall I put it? This piece is particularly fun because she used one of her own bug-love postcards from APE (I can't say the p-word, because this is not one of those kinds of blogs). The circular diagram appears to be from a dog-breeding reference book.
From Le Poulet
The Poulet and I met at college in the early nineties, which puts him in that immortal-friend category. He is currently working on his PhD. I sent him an old postcard I found (unadorned, so I didn't post it here) of Jesus breaking bread, with a beatific halo. He replied with this lovely image of St Jerome, by Ercole De' Roberti.