Sometimes the hardest thing about doing these prints of mine is the patience it takes to wait for the image to develop. No instant gratification here, that's for sure. But maybe that's also one of the good things: the contrast to the fast track so many of us seem to be living life on.
I was watching the dog sleep today. His day, with little breaks for eating and walks and play time, is pretty much a string of naps, taken in different places around the house. This is followed by more sleep at night. How can he sleep so much? He seems happy enough; a bit of raw hide to chew on is all it takes to send him spinning in circles of ecstasy.
Wouldn't it be great to be like that? Were we ever? Satisfied with just laying around in the sun and siesta-ing? There are still cultures where the pace of life is slower, where people don't chase around all the time like we in the west seem to do, and yet they don't seem to suffer any for it. On the contrary, they're probably happier than we are. Anyway, the whole point of this is that having to carve an image out of a piece of wood, a little bit at a time over a period of weeks, is my way of tuning into a different speed of living. It's taking time to listen to whatever music is playing on the radio as I work, taking note of the little swirly curly wood shavings collecting on my work bench.
All of this is a lead up to the story about my printing efforts today which are, moving along slower than slow; visible progress is limited: the darker tone I added to Eve and the Serpent barely shows up at all and will need the later more contrasting colours to set it off,
and, although the Dragon Maple has advanced more, the next stage for this one will not change much. I have a long way to go for both still.