Glenda Hydler
Delivery of a Letter on Christmas Day to Judy Padow

“On Christmas Day, my friend and I had agreed to exchange letters. However, on December 25, no mail was delivered. The only way that a letter would arrive is if it were flown. Not owning an airplane, I dressed up as a bird, and delivered my letter to my friend, Judith Padow. I arrived at 112 Greene Street, New York City. I entered the door in a motion of flight, flew the length of the space, found Judith and handed her the letter.” [artist’s statement] An audience present in Suzanne Harris’ loft above the gallery watched the performance.

Excerpted from Brentano, R., & Savitt, M. (1981). 112 Workshop, 112 Greene Street: History, artists & artworks. New York: New York University Press.