R. doesn’t like this print at all, he finds it static – lacking in energy and spontaneity – and uninteresting. He’s waiting for wildness he thinks lies dormant inside me to burst but I’m not so sure it’s there. And, whether because the print reminds me of those from my childhood or not, I’m fairly happy with the result and I enjoyed working on it.
On another note, I sold my little “school etching” press last week and that chapter is closed. Ironically, the woman who came to buy it was Julie McIntyre who teaches the relief printmaking course I’ve considered taking on