Print for good is an initiative run by The Lab, producing quality printed items for sale with profits going to chosen causes. One of its current chosen causes is Hot Bed Press, and the image above is a screenprint by Sean Rorke under the Print for Good banner, available either through their website or at Hot Bed Press.
As for my own prints, it turns out that I've sold the other unframed 'Chalk and Memory' through the Bath open. Which is a surprise, because I definitely only saw one dot under the framed one on the wall when I went to pick it up from Bath at the weekend. A nice surprise, though. So now there's only the framed print left - it really was a very small edition.
While I was there on saturday, I met Amanda Ralfe. I had popped in to have a last look, mostly at her paintings - but they were in the process of coming down, a scant half hour before the end of the exhibition, so that she and her husband could move them on to the next exhibition. I introduced myself (mostly so she didn't think I was some mad woman, stretching my neck round corners trying to look at her work while she tried to walk off with it) and we discovered we'd both grown up locally in Bradford-on-Avon, back when it had a thriving Avon rubber factory at the heart of it. She reminded me of the factory siren - I had completely forgotten about it till then, and it was so evocative of childhood. Far more so than, say, remembering shops that were there then - the dairy, the Co-op near Christchurch. I do remember them, but looking back from now. The siren though, that transported me straight back to then. For a while I used to wonder if it had some tenuous connection with air raid sirens - both my parents grew up in south coast towns with a large military presence so I used to hear plenty of wartime stories. Now the factory siren is further back in my life than the air raid sirens were then for my parents. Getting older, eh - doesn't it just happen to you.
As for my own prints, it turns out that I've sold the other unframed 'Chalk and Memory' through the Bath open. Which is a surprise, because I definitely only saw one dot under the framed one on the wall when I went to pick it up from Bath at the weekend. A nice surprise, though. So now there's only the framed print left - it really was a very small edition.
While I was there on saturday, I met Amanda Ralfe. I had popped in to have a last look, mostly at her paintings - but they were in the process of coming down, a scant half hour before the end of the exhibition, so that she and her husband could move them on to the next exhibition. I introduced myself (mostly so she didn't think I was some mad woman, stretching my neck round corners trying to look at her work while she tried to walk off with it) and we discovered we'd both grown up locally in Bradford-on-Avon, back when it had a thriving Avon rubber factory at the heart of it. She reminded me of the factory siren - I had completely forgotten about it till then, and it was so evocative of childhood. Far more so than, say, remembering shops that were there then - the dairy, the Co-op near Christchurch. I do remember them, but looking back from now. The siren though, that transported me straight back to then. For a while I used to wonder if it had some tenuous connection with air raid sirens - both my parents grew up in south coast towns with a large military presence so I used to hear plenty of wartime stories. Now the factory siren is further back in my life than the air raid sirens were then for my parents. Getting older, eh - doesn't it just happen to you.
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