I make images because I feel uncomfortable with words. My own words, not other people’s words. I enjoy some of the places other people’s words take me. My own words feel awkward, embarrassing and some how don’t belong. Is it that I make words for other people and I make images for me?
Really thought I’d lost this plate but put some more work into and i feel it’s starting to go somewhere.
I’ve been playing around with etching old litho plates. They are very thin so it’s possible to etch whole chunks of the plate away I (learned this trick from Peter Wray). I’ve been inking up the thin plate and a backing plate intaglio and placing the thin plate on the backing. But, I’ve been getting a 50% failure rate as the plates skid and take the paper with them making a hell of a mess.
This print is made up of two thin plates Araldited to the backing plate. Not a perfect solution as the Araldite squeezes through the holes in the plate and fills them losing some of the burn through effect I’m after.
Strange how sometimes the plate is more communicative than the print.
