here is the first print of the large woodcut (which is the size of a door)
this is part of it – as much as could fit on the etching press.
what do you think
we watched one particular wolf pace back and forth back and forth. not to intimidate, but to rub his scent along the fencing of his enclose. to out smell all the visitors with their multitude of ‘territorials’ aromas.
The large wood cut of the wolves – see image in the last posting – is mostly finished.
Its the biggest piece I have attempted and printing on Monday was interesting. I don’t have the right paper yet (I am waiting on a roll of Japanese Kozo paper) so I experimented with printing parts of it on the etching press using heavier dampened paper. I used Hannemule and Somerset.
Possibly it looks like slightly boring though beautifully textured wall paper. It may be the images are very familiar to me. I am leaving for a couple of days and then I will take another look. The key though is that it was envisioned as a whole so I won’t make any decisions until it is printed as such.
I can’t help thinking that it needs something else. It is extremely difficult to know when a piece is finished or not.
my camera is playing up so I’ll post an image shortly.
From watching the wolves move at Combe Martin in North Devon Emma has created a silhouetted wolf with all moving limbs and parts. I borrowed this, played on the photocopier with it, and used to inspire this wood cut I’m currently making.
Emma is working towards animating the wolf, and so this work is like 1/8 of a second, four frames of a stop motion animation.
This wolf paced back and forth, back and forth continually, to mark his scent along the fencing. To reclaim his territory from the thousands of scents left by the summer visitors; to rid his territory of the parfum in our shower gels, deodorants, washing powder and perfumes.
This weekend I discovered that if I didn’t have my camera I would do drawing.
As much as I love taking photos, there was nothing like drawing.
Drawing very fast as the train passed through the countryside at 120mph.
I have to say the drawings done as the train was stopped do make more sense.
I like black squiggles. which is lucky because there are quite a few of them, and there will be lots more now I’ve re-started in the drawing genre.
By drawing what I saw out the train window it means I have held those images in my head. The flash of tall chimneys, the position of sheep and cows grazing, the shape of ‘new’ architecture at Reading Station, the line of fields disappearing over the hill.
right now I should be cutting. cutting lino. but this online world is distracting me. right-now i-shall-go- – – – – – – –
(takes some discipline this art work)