That I have gone through four years of college
And am just now realizing
How utterly wrong I was
About what I majored in.
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half so bad
if it isn’t you
I decided to try a reduction block printing process for this piece; this means I will cut all of the layers from the same block. Although it saves time and effort, this process is extremely frustrating; once you cut a new layer, you can never go back to the first. Therefore, you can’t go back and print more. Hence why I am creating massive amounts of prints.
Color has been on my mind a lot lately, and printing is, I feel, an ideal medium to show the contrast that just color can have on a piece and one’s perception.
I’m not sure exactly where these pieces will end up. I’m excited to cut the second layer and see where that takes me.
Here’s my disclaimer; I am NOT a graphic designer. But the more I play around with it, the more I like it. These are the first two posters I’ve attempted.
Speaking of posters, BR’s recital is this weekend. I’m pretty excited; he’s an excellent guitarist, and I can’t wait to hear him perform.
A chilly, windy day for a field trip to Prof Boyd’s studios in Fredericktown.
Starting some experimenting with this second block I cut; trying some intaglio overlaying, printing on vellum & tissue paper, using encaustic, etc.
I could see lots and lots of duplicates of this print for one piece.
Not sure where it’s all going to take me but… it’s a start.
Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.
Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving, and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.
-Rumi
