Ever the last minuter
Well I got there. My 20:20 for this year is finished, with just numbering and signing (and a certain amount of neatening up, if possible) to be done. I seem to have been messier than ever this year, and I completed fewer prints too, so it might be impossible to do a good job (I foolishly choose to print on unforgiving paper) and I'm not very pleased with myself about that - but nobody makes me do this now, rather than, say, April. I did start one in April once, but then wasn't happy with the way it was going and restarted when time was running out; and last year I printed backgrounds and lost them, so again was busy printing at the very last minute... In fact, now I think about it, I started one print this year, but then ran out of the time it would have needed and started a simpler one instead, once more too late for comfort. Next year will, of course, be different. Yeah, right.
details from 'thought, memory'
Still, it's done. A reason for the lateness of the hour, though not an excuse, was a trip south. A little bit of Bath, a little bit of chalk, quite a lot of seasonal mist and mellow fruitfulness. In Bath I did the usual round of haunts and I couldn't help noticing just how many what might be called curiosity shops there seem to be at the moment. Full of stones and skulls, old tins and shells, apothecary bottles, ancient scales, books in welsh, metal signs - all sorts of unexpected bits and bobs. I was very tempted by an old sign, exactly the sort of image you'd expect, with the words BEWARE OF BULL. I thought I could have found just the right home for that.
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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.