image prep
I am one step closer to making a new screen print. Last night I made the necessary adjustments to my image - converted to grayscale, fiddled with the contrast and assigned a halftone. The image is now printed on Xante film and ready to be exposed onto the screen. I have five new polymer plates to proof later today as well. Busy but happy...
sunday morning bed
cobalt drier
45°03′45.0″N 93°08′22.0″W.
photo emulsion rorschach
This wasn't something I made. This was something I found - someone's mess left behind for me to discover and delight in. It makes me curious as to how many incidental acts I have left behind that I have failed to consider and appreciate.
sunday morning inkscape
relief ink
Stay tuned...
dish soap drama
peony
This was my date for coffee yesterday afternoon. She doesn't say much but that is fine by me. She listens well, smells good and is pretty. Sometimes that is all I want from a companion. Did I mention that she is loyal too? Even the harshest of Winters do not keep her hiding in my heavy clay soil when Spring turns up. I don't know how long she has resided in my backyard - she was waiting for me when I got here. She has been moved, divided and shared and has always done this. This perfect thing she does without fail. As far as I know she has never taken a year off. Has never decided to "skip it" this time around. I suspect she would do this even if she thought no one would bother to notice. Most days I forget to think about her at all, but for the ten days that she is doing this... I can hardly think of anything else.
inked glove
gravel pit remnant
When I called Kittson County home, the gravel pits were a favored destination for swimming/skinny dipping for anyone under the age of twenty-three - illegally, of course. I never participated in this activity due to a high level of modesty as well as the fact that I'm a chicken and I don't like getting into trouble. I recently explored the area west of Halma on highway seven and found many abandoned gravel pits that I wish to return to with my camera. I have always described this landscape as primitive. I think the knobbly personality of the old gravel pits make this even more true.
field study