The gallery is densely hung with colorful reproductions of postcards that were originally sent from places that now exist only in old atlases: Nazi Germany, the USSR, Burma. Bernard’s grandfather, a ham-radio operator from 1923 until he died in 1999, received the missives from other hams around the world that he’d contacted using Morse code. The Nazis were demons for nationalistic graphic design, and the Soviets were no slouches, with their bold Cyrillic texts and heroic aviators. But a card labeled “Radioamateurs work for peace and friendship,” sent from Czechoslovakia in 1962, and a picture postcard of a long-haired Russian named Serge (with a cat on his lap), sent in 1991 as the Soviet empire collapsed, relate a more human history.
Thu., Oct. 23, 11 a.m.; Fri., Oct. 24, 11 a.m.; Sat., Oct. 25, 11 a.m., 2008