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Some time later

20/1/2018

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And where that six months went, I'm not quite sure. 

Anyway, new year, another batch of good intentions.  One is to be more active on here - surely I can at least manage to do that.  I'm in a new studio - at Hot Bed Press, so with no excuse not to print more, what with the presses being in the same building, on the same floor and literally half a minute's amble away.  It's roomy, bright (until they build the block of flats just across the road, but hey), still has some space in for the moment (not sure how long that'll last) and I love it to bits.  So much so that I have trouble leaving it to reach those aformentioned presses, but I think I can train myself up on that one.

From which you can gather that I've not achieved terribly much recently.  I did manage an edition for the annual 20:20 Print Exchange (and have only just added the print to my exchange page), there was an open studios event alongside the regular Hot Bed Press Under the Bed Sale, which was good fun, and I've been working away in slightly haphazard fashion at any number of collagraph plates, so not entirely nothing.  Even so.

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Oh, and a course with Sumi Perera at West Yorkshire Print Workshop.  I didn't take away as much as I should have, in terms of expanded practice, due to a tendency not to move too far from my comfort zone, but everything was interesting and perhaps I've squirreled away more exciting intentions than I realise yet.  We got to see plenty of her work, which as I might have mentioned before I find fascinating.  Also the open print exhibition - some fantastic stuff, from which unaccountably I only have photos of one artist's work.  And I did manage a few prints that I'm relatively happy with - the one above was one, an old piece overprinted with (inevitably) a collagraph.
A selection of work by Sumi Perera

My most recent source of excitement was taking a course with Sylvia Waltering to learn (I have a suspicion that it was relearn, but we'll glide lightly past that) how to make a clamshell box.  Useful for putting prints or artist books in, but actually fun just for the boxes.  I even went away and made another one (trying to fix the techniques in my head before they dribble away through that annoying hole somewhere at the back of my memory) and intend to keep up the practising, perhaps even experimenting a little on my own.  I'm indulging my inner colour junky at the moment, but have every intention of trying for muted later on.  Probably should come up with some kind of purpose for them.      
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Colour

22/10/2016

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Sunny days in autumn mean constantly being soaked in colour - I'm not complaining, it's glorious, but sometimes it can be overwhelming.  The low sun enriches everything it touches.  I'm not just talking glossy marmalade leaves caught on spiky, bare-branched hedges - a dark and dusty backdrop designed to show any colour of leaf off to advantage - or the lemon-butter coins adorning languid silver birches, or brilliantly sunshine gold trees set preposterously against others of wine-dark red (who needs New England?).  What about the sky?  As often as not it's so dense with textured shades of lilac and lavender, dove and gunmetal, that it looks as touchable as the land beneath it. It's all so intense, so unsubtle.  Buildings are the same - red brick zings; green glass shouts of the sea.  I drive back from my studio past constructions blazing with copper and rust, and at the right angle even the charcoal of the tarmac has more depth than is reasonable.  It's insane. 

It's mostly the sun.  Some autumnal trees contrive to glow like belisha beacons even under the duller kind of grey clouds, but most of the landscape steps back into something softer, something that doesn't thump into my senses.  I'm not sure I could manage quite that intensity all year round, but it's utterly amazing while it lasts, and - maybe it's me - it seems to get more colour-drenched with every passing year.

Anyway, while reeling my way along and trying not to veer off the road, the red brick and green glass caught my eye at least partly because I'd been printing with something like just ten minutes earlier - the fourth and final layer of my print for this year's 20:20 print exchange.  Technically I'm ready a week early, this year, but as I won't be around to print next week, I suppose it's as last minute as ever.        
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Busy week

13/3/2016

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To have an artists' book fair and an exhibition preview (with much attendant prep) in the space of six days is not ideal, but hey, if that's the way the cards fall, what are you going to do?  In the event, both went well and were great fun, so maybe it is the way to do it.  Still a little stiff from the unaccustomed exercise of painting walls, though.
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A weekend at the Tetley in Leeds was, I have to admit, not something I was looking forward to this time round.  I should probably say straight away that I have nothing against either the Tetley or Leeds, and the artist's book fair there is one of my favourites.  But this year I just haven't been in the zone.  I realise that having the exhibition to think about at the same time didn't help, but I have no proper excuse - when faced with (by my standards) ample time to prepare in the previous week, I found myself slumped in front of the television watching good and bad (in a good way) films, serials, anything really.
A part of my brain, the part that wasn't zoned out, wondered if I was deliberately sabotaging myself.  And if so, why?  The sluggish part said 'shh, watching something'.  Eventually I did get going on a project, but it was genuinely too late and I didn't make it to the end - this is something that has been worrying me for years, that one day I just wouldn't beat the deadline.  Well now it's happened, and I'm not too impressed at myself, though I had enough stock so it wasn't the end of the world.  I think I knew that, and I ask again - did I sabotage myself?  Probably unanswerable, so I'll, um, put off thinking about it till it's almost too late for something or other.  Meanwhile, I did produce a lot of useful prep towards the book, and next time it'll be fine.  I expect.    
I reached the fair last Saturday morning (dramatically snowy over the Pennines) in a much better state of mind and (of course) enjoyed myself as much as usual.  I had a very erratic look round the rest of the fair, having long chats with some folks and failing to see some tables except to know I should have paid more attention, but it's hard to be behind a table as well as see everything else.  For me at least.  I think it's a part of the fading ability to multitask from which I've been suffering in recent years.  I popped into the room holding vast numbers of David Barton's books on show (the picture below left was only a fraction of them!) and into the one holding Craig Atherton's Cafe Royal books (very smart, below right), and was very impressed with a gigantic book on display - the Bathymetric Atlas of the English Lake District. This enormous and pristine tome - it takes two be-gloved people to turn the pages, at set times during the week - shows the basins of the lakes, intricately cut away from vast, glued, double sheets of paper, like a negative version of building up mountains contour by contour. I only caught a section of the page-turning ceremony, but I think someone said that the depths of Lake Windermere appeared (or, I suppose, disappeared) first.  It was surprisingly compelling to watch.        
The preview for our Group Thirteen exhibition was on the Thursday evening, and there was a lot to do for it which (of course) I hadn't been able to concentrate on before the book fair.  So, having found a room to myself within the allocated space at Hot Bed Press, I painted the walls in an agonised shade of blue - agonised in that it took me much agonising to reach a decision on exactly which shade.  Really?  For a fortnight's exhibition?  Yes, but it was important to me.  I managed the blue all in one day, and woke up in the middle of the night deciding that it was far too bright, but luckily by morning I'd decided that it wasn't (and that if it was, I'd just have to live with it).  That, white paint on other bits and all the actual hanging left me unbelievably achy - unfitness doesn't mean you can't do these things, just that you suffer for them after.  Still, probably good for me, and it was worth it - I might not have been ready till 20 minutes before opening, but I got there and I was happy with the results.
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The exhibition is in an enormous space, giving us each the opportunity to organise our chosen patch exactly as we like, and resulting in what is really a number of mini-galleries.  Work covers the inevitable trees, landscape, floral, birds, but also abstract, flotsam, ceramics, skulls, taxidermy, upholstery and insects.  And more.  I'm biased, of course, but I'd say definitely worth a visit (last day 23rd March, not open Sundays).  In an effort to tempt would-be visitors, here's a selection of what's on show. 
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And then it was over

28/1/2016

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For the last three years I've been a Complete Printmaker at Hot Bed Press - it's a course for anyone, from those who pretty much can print to those who never have, taking them all through a number of basic and more sophisticated printmaking methods in year 1, increasing both the breadth and depth of understanding in year 2, and finishing off with a more free-form approach and some masterclasses -  ours were with Elizabeth Willow, Lucy May Schofield, Jason Hicklin and Kip Gresham - in year 3.

We were the very first, and as we grew, the course grew with us, from one to two to three years.  Many of us who set out together still choose to print on the same day as each other, where we can, and have learnt from each other as well as from the course.  We each approach our chosen subjects so very differently that it would be impossible not to pick up a few new directions, new ways of thinking, from the other imaginations around us.  While we've all worked away to our own chosen ends, we've also participated as a group in shows - our own exhibition at RKB Gallery in London was something of a highlight - and at print fairs.  What happens next will be up to us, obviously, but meanwhile to mark the end of three years we're having one last hoorah - a final group exhibition under the Hot Bed Press banner.

Details are sketchy at the moment, but the private view will be at the Casket Works on the evening of Thursday 10th March and the exhibition will run for a fortnight.  I'll post more info as soon as we have it.
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On disappointment, 

26/9/2015

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So I didn't get 'Conference of Trees' accepted for the RWA's open exhibition in Bristol (sad face), but I did have 'Lone Pine' hanging at the Manchester Contemporary this weekend.  Or possibly Buy Art (I'm confused).  Hot Bed Press has had a stand there, anyway, complete with a mini functioning print workshop - today there was a letterpress demo and later a woodcut demo, and it all looked rather good.
Centre: Oliver Flude preparing to ink up and print one of his woodcuts.  L and R: a mini letterpress area, complete with Adana press
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Bristol is my first experience of getting through the digital selection but not through the real thing (well let's be fair, my experience is pretty limited).  Obviously I wanted to be selected, but part of that was about the getting there last week.  I wove such a tangled ribbon of a route through the city that I didn't (don't!) fancy doing it again too soon.  However, at least I shall be at the right end of the country to collect when I'm meant to, which is something.  Shall I try again, another time?  I don't know.

And the UWE Bookmarks XIII has gone live.  We've all had our sets of bookmarks long since, but now they're out there for everyone else too.
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Apart from that, the annual Manchester Artists' Book Fair blocks out everything.  It just seeps into every corner of my thoughts and by the time it's all (checks time) very nearly over, 3 weeks from now, I might have forgotten how to print altogether.  Still, I seem eventually to remember how, each year, so I guess no harm done.  I don't think I'm terribly good at compartmentalising, is part of the problem, and if I haven't sorted that by my age, I don't imagine I'm going to acquire the skill any time soon.
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More gorgeous little things

19/8/2015

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So way back when, I signed up for a weekend of Japanese bookbinding and box making with Lucy May Schofield at Hot Bed Press, and this last weekend it arrived.  Lucy was fresh from Japan, where she currently lives, and back in Britain for a series of workshops, residencies, talks and the like - we were the first lucky few to benefit from her visit (and her green tea biscuits). 

We had a fantastic time, making four little books with Japanese stab stitch bindings - I've tried this before, with Elizabeth Willow, and enjoyed it immensely; the bindings look great and are relatively simple to create.  This time we added fiddly but (and I might have been alone in thinking this, they were something of a faff to deal with) ultimately very satisfying corners to the books, and the covers had neatly folded tiny TINY edges (my patience didn't stretch that far!  I cheated and stuck most of mine - it was either that or scream, tear everything up and throw the pieces into the air).
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Not the best angle, but you can just about see those dinky little corners

But the wraparound box was the thing of true beauty, and I was in love from the moment Lucy handed around an example on the Saturday morning.  In fact overall it wasn't dreadfully complicated either, and I would be happy to make another one.  Soon, before it becomes more complex in my memory.  Much of it is about being reasonably precise (so I should probably get past the occasional problem I have where I think I'm joining up two points to finish off a square or a rectangle, yet somehow I end up with something more akin to a potting shed) and - when I'm in the zone - that's not really a problem.  Lucy had brought us a selection of japanese papers for the covers, and pieces of kimono fabric for the boxes - all very vibrant, and a picture of everyone's work at the end would have been a riot of colour, but you'll just have to make do with mine.

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Getting closer

8/6/2015

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This London exhibition in July is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas - no, no, not a corny but loveable song, not lots of presents, not too much to eat and drink.  What I mean is, every Christmas I do some prep in plenty of time, and then I feel like I've nearly finished, so I sit back and relax until suddenly AAARRRGGGHH there's barely any time left and nothing's quite ready.  So today I (finally) set up an event page attached to Hot Bed Press on facebook, after which I felt the pressure of not-finished-printing-for-the-show-yet drift away.  Ha! but I'm not so foolish.  It's going to be printing, all the way until it's framing, all the way until it's the exhibition.  Meanwhile, the wonderful Katy Hollinshead, using a block made from a Gwil Hughes woodcut, is busy letterpressing quality invitations to send out.
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20:20 sort - nearing the finishing line

12/11/2014

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We're nearly there with this year's 20:20 print exchange, Cathy and I and our force of 'occasionals'.  It's been mostly our operation this year (Andy and Gulinda have been dealing with the scanning and uploading of images) and thus far it's gone reasonably smoothly.  There's a lot of packing up and sending out (and tidying of debris) to go yet, but it feels like the bulk of the work has been done and we might soon regain printing time!

Here's our progress, from parcels received, to individual packages, to many many piles of prints (581, if you really want to know), to all the sorting into many more boxes (all those tile-like stacks, looking like a half-built, badly-planned cardboard hypocaust - and that wasn't anywhere near all of them), and finally to near-empty tables as the very last boxes are packed.
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Wonderful wooden type

23/10/2014

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Of course, I should never have signed up for it - I should have known that I would need (neeeeeeeeed!) every minute for finishing off my 20:20 print (and I have yet to work out how on earth I'm going to fit that in between now and when it's due) but I'm very glad I did go for a day's course working with wooden type, with New York book artist Roni Gross (she was sampling the joys of Salford for a couple of days).  I had a whale of a time!

I've been making some use of my wooden type collection, but not taking advantage of what you might describe as traditional methods.  I haven't been locking up my carefully selected and beautifully arranged words (or whatever) in a chase, but have instead been using the type rather in the manner of rubber stamps - carefully (and quite often not so carefully) manoeuvring them into (somewhere close to) the correct position before pressing down on them quite hard.  It's not as good in any way, of course, except not having to set up the chase, which could hardly be classed as a chore.  Well not surprisingly, the lazy approach wasn't the course approach, and consequently the results were better.  I'm hooked, and am looking forward to indulging myself sometime soon with an orgy of wooden type play. 

Roni set 'And Bob's Your Uncle', and suggested we set odd english phrases to intrigue her further.  Only problem was, we didn't have any idea whether phrases had made it across the Atlantic or not, but that's how Grin & Bear It happened - not a brilliantly centred bit of typesetting, but right then I was more interested in the inking side of things (I'll try to do better next time, honest).  Then we just played about to see what came out.  I found a twee little lead flower which I decided added something.  The infinitely more twee bejacketed bear picture block most definitely would not have done so!
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All over

18/10/2014

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Well that's it for another year - the 2014 Manchester Artists' Book Fair has now been and gone.  At the moment I'm still buzzing but no doubt tomorrow will be a bit flat.  It's a surprising amount of work beforehand to organise and every year I swear it's time to pass the whole thing on to someone else, but once it actually arrives I admit I always enjoy it.  Of course how I feel is not what it's about, but I like to think that the exhibitors - and the visitors - enjoy it too.  That definitely is the point of it all.

Time to move on to the next project.  20:20 print exchange here I come.  
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    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.

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