Dear Reader,
Print is Dead. The future is digital (apparently).
Things have changed and I have moved. Unfortunately, my printing materials did not fit in my knapsack. It was a sad day indeed, selling off my beloved printer to some lucky lowballer on leboncoin. Alas, I am now sans printer and, being a small press, aka. a one-woman-show (not accounting for the Physicist), it has become increasingly difficult to attempt to create a new issue of the zine with only my mind and scraps of recycled takeaway menus. What do you mean I have to write my own lines? I can’t just cut out lines taken from some obscure, back-listed art book, rearrange them in an amusing and whimsical fashion, and have no one be any the wiser? No more plagarising Proust. Sad times, indeed.
In an attempt to regain my collective and creative spirirt, I have decided to conceed to the times, and until I magically discover a printer under $50 on Facebook marketplace exactly 5 minutes walking distance from where I now reside, I will be taking things ONLINE.
The Head of a Woman will be an e-zine, with articles, interviews, reviews and art, all coming to you instantly (wow!) and without my ink-stained fingerprints all over it. Wonderful.
The really exciting thing is that I am now looking for contributors. That’s right, outsourcing. There are only so many heads that one woman can collate, and so I am reaching out my arms, welcoming stangers into my inbox, all in the pursuit of Great Art.
We now have a Submission page. There you can find out everything you need to know before submitting you lovely work to The Head.
In short, we are interested in explorations of surrealist and avant-garde artists (past and present) whose work provokes, confronts or provides an antedote to mainstream ideas of identity. Art, music, film, theatre, literarture, poetry- we want it all. We welcome reviews (though prefer them to have a hook, a personal angle, or an interesting tonal take) and would love to read original prose, poetry or wonderings.
From,
The Editor