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29/5/2013

Courtesy of Irena at Hot Bed Press, I've found a new relief print artist and now I'm going to stalk her work all through the web till I've seen all of it. Laura Boswell produces the most amazing linocuts and woodcuts and even has open days coming up, though I haven't yet worked out how I can go to any of them. I have to, though. Somehow. There's an airy quality to her work that seems very japanese - and it turns out that she did do a residency there. Her studio diary might become required reading too. Oh no, not another one - how on earth do people find time for facebook and tweetery as well?

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Think Ink

18/5/2013

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The staff and studio managers at Hot Bed Press are screenprinting 'think ink' posters to spread the word. There are 4 designs so far, but only Irena's is A4, so it's the only one I can scan.

I'll have to borrow the use of an A3 scanner for the others.

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Walking back after dropping off the car

14/5/2013

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Pulpy paper
Shattered slate
Crumbled brickfall
A faint stripe of rainbow across cloud
The railway viaduct arches showing moor through and above - no sky - and all of it saturated with warm, damp, muted colour.     It looked far more rugged than a town centre railway bridge has any right to look
Cans, bottles, bottles, cans
Broken glass - the aftermath of a bottle fight? I saw one once, in the middle of the day in town. The two men looked just as         you (or I, anyway) might expect - hard, brutally close-cropped, home- tattooed knuckles - and bullish, yet scared too, I                 thought. Little boys looking out from the men they had become. The bus queue jeered, but it was rather sad.
Ragwort, groundsel, grasses, dandelions, the nightmare that is hairy bittercress (just everywhere! I never saw it till maybe a     decade ago), welsh poppies, thistles - chancer edge plants, one and all
Blue-grey slate sky - all the better for making anything sunlit in front of it look stunning
A brilliantly yellow painted house (pizza place really), a sunshine glow from further away, rather tacky close by
Acid green against nearly black, a stunning combination, spring beech
A crow looking both clichéd and ominous at once - last week I looked up at one staring straight down at me (well not really, I         suppose, presumably it would have been in profile then) which did rather spook me
What I have always imagined to be yorkstone walls - great rippled stone slabs, upright, kept in line one with another using            metal fastenings. They're gorgeous
No rain (lucky me. It's raining again now)

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Respect for Oliver Flude

8/5/2013

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Olly is one of those artists who have taken on a book from The Library of Lost Books to 'update' in whatever way they choose.

His art work is amazing, which I knew of course but which knocks me sideways again from time to time. Here's a small selection from his ongoing project below, but go see the rest here.

And if that isn't impressive enough all on its own, look here.

Neil Gaiman, eh. Respect or what?

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I'm in love

Think Ink

Walking back after dropping off the car

Respect for Oliver Flude

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