Blow It Up

I really like this idea of enlarging an old (or at least a heavy-on-the-character) piece of correspondence and putting it on the wall. In fact, I like it so much that we're gonna do it.

I treasure this telegram that Lolo (on Dad's side) sent to Lola after coming in second at the Philippine Open golf tournament in 1958. It reveals a basic sweetness that I wish I'd had a chance to see more often, and it also infers a certain sadness. At forty-seven he was no longer a young man, after all. He had won the tournament thirteen times before, and I feel he must have known he would never win it again. Anyways, I don't know if you can see, but the sentences are printed on strips that were then glued to the paper:


We usually have a hard time committing something to the walls, so I'm (rather embarrassingly) excited about this little project.