I got this today:
Marc Johns’ work speaks to me: ridiculousness, whimsy, and objects that are ordinary but, strangely, play important roles in my life story. I have a few of Marc’s prints and I had been wanting an original, but nothing had quite struck my fancy. Until today, and it is oh-so-perfect. I am now the proud owner of a femur and a long spoon on a post-it note.
There is more I could write about Marc: I recently a party for my birthday partially inspired my his work. How I first heard of him. How I emailed him about a piece he did on two smoking pipes discussing shaving. But I’m not going to right now. Mayhaps it is for another time.