Island is a strange word, with all sorts of conflicting notions attached to it. Retreat, relaxation and restoration. Incarceration, abandonment and isolation. The spelling is also a trick; an invitation to homophonous tampering.

“Greetings from…” played with the possibilities of the sound and/or the transcription of the word ‘island’, and what sorts of postcards you might send from such a place.

With the benign artefact of the postcard as a sneaky vessel for subversive rethinking, we explored is-land, isn’t-land, eye-land, aye-land, nae-land, i-land, you-land, I’ll-land, aisle-land. And many many more.

Helen’s words combined with Shaked Shamir‘s images, for the On Islands festival of collaborative art at eramboo in 2014.