I made one new year resolution for 2015. Just one (well, one that I put out there, anyway). Which was to do a postcard's worth of artistic endeavour a day. It could have been anything - sketch, collage, print, doodles, even using it to mop up a spill of coffee - but the point was to establish some kind of a flow. Here I am on the last day of January, and how many have I managed? Four. Four, and three of those were accidental - I had the postcard-sized pieces of paper right there and they were more or less the size for the collagraphs I'm doing at the moment. The first (on the 1st) was a poorly-looking sketch done in a rush, late in the day, so that at least I'd be started. Ha! First and last, in all honesty.
So I think that counts as a big fat failure (talking of which, I didn't fare any better with the not-quite-formulated resolutions). However, I'm printing, which is good. I have a handful of monotype books all part-way through, which isn't quite so good because they should have been finished before christmas, but better than not even started. And I still like the postcard idea. It's just that I don't dare tie it to any kind of resolution, because it would seem that dooms it to failure before it's even started.
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.