Monday, June 30, 2008
#035 A Tiny Story About Joe Young
Friday, June 27, 2008
#34 Minas Konsolas: Bohemian on the Run
Labels:
Greece,
Life Story,
Minas,
Peggy Hoffman,
Postcard
#33 Peggy Hoffman: Not Yet a Witch
Labels:
Life Story,
Minas,
Peggy Hoffman,
Postcard
Monday, June 23, 2008
#032 Transforming Emily Waters
#31 Talking to Anybody: Ann Makowski
Friday, June 20, 2008
#29 David Kendall: What Surrounds Us
Labels:
David Kendall,
Life Story,
Postcard,
reincarnation,
UFO
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
#28 Albert Donnay: Citizen of the World
This is the postcard itself. It isn't always easy to write somebody's life story, to honor their details, while the person is watching you write their life story.
Labels:
Albert Donnay,
Greenpeace,
Life Story,
Poe,
Postcard,
Van Gogh
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
#26 Gail Gerlach: Love Your Age
Labels:
Gail Gerlach,
Life Story,
Pinkie,
Postcard
#25 Kristina Green: Finding Herself in a Self-Portrait
Monday, June 16, 2008
#24. Joe Thompson: To Create
Labels:
adoption,
Joe Thompson,
Life Story,
Postcard
Public/Private
Not all of the postcard life stories will be made public. If a person doesn't want their life story to be made public, then I will simply send them the postcard and it will be just for them. I'm saying this, in part, just to make it explicit. The other part is that I want there to be some chronology to the project, so I'm going to number the life stories. The first 23 I wrote were at the Transmodern in Baltimore and most of these are with their people. I simply gave each person their postcard and they walked away with it. At the time, I had no thought to make this a bigger project and didn't attempt to document it in any way. Now I have the text for a few of these life stories, though, mostly through the miracles of social networking. Of course, if Billie, Elaine, Max, C., Devon, Lisa, Jennifer, Elisabeth, Moira, Cooper, Karim, Sara, Jonathon, Rob, Maura, Will, Thomas, Russell, Michael, a second Sara, or Abbey still have their postcard life story and want to be included in the public part of the project, then please get back in touch.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
#30. Lynne Kruger: Making Things
Friday, June 13, 2008
HONFEST, June 14 & 15
#1. The Life Story of Bart O'Reilly

Bart O'Reilly was born in 1975 in Dublin, grew up among musicians, and always loved to draw. At 16, a chance encounter with an older artist led him to art school, which in turn led him to the US (though this was on a break from art school). He was working as an ice cream man on the boardwalk in Ocean City when he accidentally met the woman who would become his wife. Meaghan and Bart fell in love and she moved back to Dublin with him. Unfortunately, Meaghan did not like Ireland and Bart had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his love, the result of which is their 9-month-old son, Eoin, who is Bart’s personal culmination of his love for Meaghan and for Ireland.
Labels:
Bart O'Reilly,
Ice cream,
Life Story,
Postcard
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Beginning of Michael Kimball Writes Your Life Story (on a postcard)
My friend Adam Robinson was curating an art festival in Baltimore and he asked me if I wanted to participate. I had never done anything like that, but I told him that I could write people’s life stories. I thought it would be fun and funny and that I would write on the backs of a few postcards and that would be it.
The first postcard I wrote was for Bart O’Reilly, a painter, who quit art school in Dublin to work as an ice cream man in Ocean City, which is how he met the woman who became his wife (see Bart’s life story posted here). When I finished the postcard and looked up, a line had formed. For the rest of the night, I interviewed dozens of people and wrote each person’s life story on the back of the postcard. I did this for four hours straight without getting up out of the chair that I was sitting in. I was completely exhausted by the end. My mind was racing with the details of people’s lives and the hope that I had done their various stories justice in the space of a postcard.
I was astounded by what people told me, the secrets and the difficulties, the pain and wonder and hope that they revealed. People told me about being in jail, about not being able to have children (and only wanting children because of the infertility), about having too many boyfriends, about computer hacking, about keeping it a secret that they like doing homework, about meeting their future wife while working abroad selling ice cream at a seaside boardwalk, about moving to a city because they liked a particular diner, about leaving their birth country when they were 5 years old and continuing to try to escape wherever they lived, about saying their favorite color is green even though it isn’t, and about feeling responsible for their adopted brother being institutionalized.
That’s how this started. If you would like me to write your life story (on a postcard)—and trust me, I want to—please get in touch. Tell me your name, age, where you were born, where you have lived, what you do (jobs and hobbies) or what you study (if in school) or what you want to do with your life. Tell me about any important events in your life, any life changing decisions, any strange things that have happened to you, anything that makes you particularly you. I will follow up with questions, then write up your life story, and mail you the postcard. You will be able to put it up on your refrigerator with a magnet if you want.
The first postcard I wrote was for Bart O’Reilly, a painter, who quit art school in Dublin to work as an ice cream man in Ocean City, which is how he met the woman who became his wife (see Bart’s life story posted here). When I finished the postcard and looked up, a line had formed. For the rest of the night, I interviewed dozens of people and wrote each person’s life story on the back of the postcard. I did this for four hours straight without getting up out of the chair that I was sitting in. I was completely exhausted by the end. My mind was racing with the details of people’s lives and the hope that I had done their various stories justice in the space of a postcard.
I was astounded by what people told me, the secrets and the difficulties, the pain and wonder and hope that they revealed. People told me about being in jail, about not being able to have children (and only wanting children because of the infertility), about having too many boyfriends, about computer hacking, about keeping it a secret that they like doing homework, about meeting their future wife while working abroad selling ice cream at a seaside boardwalk, about moving to a city because they liked a particular diner, about leaving their birth country when they were 5 years old and continuing to try to escape wherever they lived, about saying their favorite color is green even though it isn’t, and about feeling responsible for their adopted brother being institutionalized.
That’s how this started. If you would like me to write your life story (on a postcard)—and trust me, I want to—please get in touch. Tell me your name, age, where you were born, where you have lived, what you do (jobs and hobbies) or what you study (if in school) or what you want to do with your life. Tell me about any important events in your life, any life changing decisions, any strange things that have happened to you, anything that makes you particularly you. I will follow up with questions, then write up your life story, and mail you the postcard. You will be able to put it up on your refrigerator with a magnet if you want.
Labels:
Adam Robinson,
Bart O'Reilly,
Black Arrow,
Life Story,
Postcard,
Transmodern
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