BABE. It's very nearly here, and so that eight month stretch that was going to produce such wonderful new work is almost at an end. Have I produced wonders? Er, no. I have at least managed some new work between then and now, but nothing well planned and complex and slowly, lovingly executed. Whatever did I expect? And have I got a ton of stock so that I can spend the next few days in relaxed expectation? That too would be a no. Again, what on earth did I expect. Nevertheless, it'll be an excellent weekend with tons of book arts to see (and acquire). Come visit.
I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit.