I think it's probably that it's great to print without too much thought; to cut linos meant for not much more than a couple of days' use; to dig out some wooden letterpress and put it to work; to mess with colour knowing that, if it doesn't work out brilliantly, it doesn't terribly matter. They're flyers - here today, gone tomorrow - and meanwhile I'm enjoying myself and almost certainly learning a thing or two as I go. That I really want to get down to using letterpress in general and my wooden letterpress in particular, for instance.
However, enough any old colour, enough 'they'll do for throwaway art'. I have a handful of posters left to print and then it's time to move on. Time to rediscover whatever it was I was working on before and to consider whatever it is I should be working on next. Oh yes, and now I think about it, there are a hundred bookmarks to print. Ah.