If you are interested in sending postcards to others around the world, and receiving them in kind, check out the amazing project POSTCROSSING
As for myself, I would love to send one free postcard to anyone, anywhere. As I continue to add galleries to my site, I will continue to update what images I have available as postcards. Presently I have several images available from my Portrait Gallery: Jeff S. in Mask; Sailor; Jeff T.; Cabrillo College Bathroom; Blanche; Living Statue; Shattuck Avenue. From my Solonka Gallery: Orchard; Boy with Puppy; Ostap and Pig; Boy with Goats; Katya’s Wake; Romchyk; Neighbor; Myrka. And from Wax-Resin-Glitter: Fairy Child; Forgive Their Violence; Frog Flower; Dive; The Liver Is Often Fatal. If one of these images interests you, send me the title of the image and your address via the Contact bar, and I will send it off to you.
Why I Cherish Postcards
In the spring of 1978, I skipped attending my high school graduation, and flew with a friend to Western Europe to begin a nine week sojourn through The Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, France, Switzerland, Denmark, Norway and the United Kingdom. It was my first trip abroad, and the first time I would travel, at times, on my own. Early in the journey, an Italian man in our rail car gave me a gift—a postcard of a Moise Jacobber painting of Roses, Dhalias and Lilies, signed on the back: Da Giovanni. It was from this exchange that I learned the value of a postcard. Postcards are small, lightweight, and inexpensive, yet they are able to hold a signature; a note; an artistic memory.
It would be seventeen years before I would travel abroad again. This time I went to live and work as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ukraine from 1995-1997. I was again able to travel extensively, almost always on my own, through Ukraine, Belarus, Poland, Hungary, Czech Republic, Romania, Bulgaria and Turkey. Postcards were always what I chose to buy on any excursion. In Ukraine I lived close to the border with Poland, and would often take an overnight bus to Krakow. It was there I met a good friend; a photographer who owned a postcard stand. His name was Czeslaw (Suavic) Rzonca. Here I am in front of his postcard stand near the end of my service.
After I returned to the states I made my first postcards from images I took in Ukraine. Over the years I have expanded my collection, and have sold my cards in brick and mortar stores and online. But mainly I enjoy giving them away. It is simply a small gift I have to offer, like Giovanni did for me on a train somewhere in Germany.