Provoked by another threat of postal privatisation as floated by Government earlier this year. I wanted to show support, humorous and heartfelt, for the whole system of postage and letter writing in an era of fast, and flimsy, technology. Not sentimental, but something that said “It’s a complex system that works OK. It doesn’t need to be mucked around with or sacrificed to accountancy fashion.”
As a daily, on-street symbol of this struggle, pillar boxes look increasingly fragile and vulnerable. I want to put my arms around them. Hug them dearly, they are my contact with friends and family. I wanted to make sure that they survive through the cold winds of winter, metaphoric and real. Post boxes, and by extension the postal workers need a small sign to show that their daily labours are acknowledged and appreciated. To show that they are loved. A warm statement that causes no damage. A cosy demonstration of thanks.
