You Can Take the Printmaker Out of the Studio…

So there’s been a drop off in my writing.  Those who know me must realize that there’s always a corresponding upswing in one creative outlet to match the lull in another.  Ergo, less writing means more art-ing.  How do we say that?  Creating art sounds pompous.  In college, a friend of a friend introduced himself to said friend and said, “You do art (pronounced “aht”)?  I do art, too!”

We chuckled at his lack of erudition then, and sort of adopted his phrasing because it sounds funny.  But it’s also absolutely true, and profound in a “from the mouths of babe’s…” kind of way.

Art is what we do.  We can tell you who we are, but I’ve always felt that it’s up to time and other people to determine that.  So the most we can really do is say what we do.  And yes, I do see the irony of somebody who write a blog called “I Am An Artist” intoning the ridiculousness of proclaiming one’s own identity in such a fashion.

I feel like I’m repeating myself.

So, yes, I’ve been working in feverish spurts.  I’ve been deconstructing prints and assembling new composititions.  Here are a few of them:

You’ll notice some repeated colors, forms, imagery.  Obviously, some prints ended up in more than one composition.  They’re all some combinations of etchings, monoprints, monotypes, lithographs, dry points, linoleum cuts, and a few other knicknacks for good measure.  There are more, and more to come, but these five are the most polished as yet.

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