Well that was some week. I spent all available time flat out on a new book for the bookfair, from sunday to friday. I sort of got there, but I swear whenever the next fair is, I'll be ready well before. As it was, I ended up swearing as pages I thought were dry generously shared their ink with previously clean space, swearing as fingers stuck to fingers and paper and the table and everything they shouldn't, swearing as prints insisted on getting further and further out of registration. In the end I managed two proof copies for the fair, dry by the time I packed them on saturday morning.
The fair was great - Harald and Helen, the organisers, did a marvellous job, with an informative and up to date website, workshops galore, a newspaper-style programme detailing everything, a large band of helpful volunteers and an always-cheerful presence. Of course, we would have liked more visitors, but those that came had loads of enthusiasm, which is always nice. It was Gemma's and my first fair in Scotland, so we met plenty of new book artists from points north and south of us, as well as a good few of the old ones. As usual, there was an enormous range of imaginative and inventive work, and as usual I spent more than I made - well, it's all so tempting! One fair, maybe I'll just sit there, sell my stuff and not buy other people's. Ha! As it is, I've yet to settle down and really enjoy my latest little collection, which is something to look forward to.
For now, I'm determined that I shall spend the next umpteen weeks finishing off more copies of that latest book and preparing some others at a very sedate speed, so that panic doesn't have to enter into the equation next time I need stock for a fair.
The fair was great - Harald and Helen, the organisers, did a marvellous job, with an informative and up to date website, workshops galore, a newspaper-style programme detailing everything, a large band of helpful volunteers and an always-cheerful presence. Of course, we would have liked more visitors, but those that came had loads of enthusiasm, which is always nice. It was Gemma's and my first fair in Scotland, so we met plenty of new book artists from points north and south of us, as well as a good few of the old ones. As usual, there was an enormous range of imaginative and inventive work, and as usual I spent more than I made - well, it's all so tempting! One fair, maybe I'll just sit there, sell my stuff and not buy other people's. Ha! As it is, I've yet to settle down and really enjoy my latest little collection, which is something to look forward to.
For now, I'm determined that I shall spend the next umpteen weeks finishing off more copies of that latest book and preparing some others at a very sedate speed, so that panic doesn't have to enter into the equation next time I need stock for a fair.
Looking down the hall.
Sorry, Gemma, I think I must have been shaking the camera up and down when taking photos of you and your work - this was the least worst blurred of them.
Some of my work - the blue tiger book in the foreground was the one that caused me so much grief last week.
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