There seems to be too much going on at the moment - the Manchester Contemporary is on this week at Spinningfields from Thursday 26th to Sunday 29th September, and Hot Bed Press has a stand there; it also has something arranged for the Manchester Weekender (11th - 13th October); inevitably the Manchester Artists' Book Fair (18th and 19th October) looms particularly large for me; and there on the not-distant-enough horizon is HBP's 20:20 print exchange (have a look at the prints from previous years) - while the massive sort of 12,500 prints (sob) into 625 boxes might not be until the beginning of November, I have to print (and allow to dry) an edition of 25 somethings before then, and I haven't quite worked out what, when or how. In fact, I have to declare an interest of sorts in all of these events and, as a consequence of that, my brain is threatening to turn to mush. Why can't it all be spread over six months instead of six weeks?
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.