white legs warmed
by the sun
For a short time ( maybe a year ) I had an etching press ( I still do , but it’s in bits with nowhere to go ) This was 10 years ago, and a studio has never been reinstated. I came across this first movement towards book, poetry, and image and realise this has been a thread running through my life, like a spiders skein, fragile and frequently interrupted. I went to an evening class at a print workshop to get the text in place ( which was silk screened ) but felt powerless to continue the theme. Now I have discovered haiku/haiga etc and my early attempts at text and image have consolidated my desire to create artists’ books…Still, I am at a loss as to how to go forward. I present it here for your interest and for any helpful comments you may have, excuse the text, it has the honesty of feeling for the door jamb in the dark…….
The background is a collograph. I then cut out various mineral stone shapes ( each one had it’s own meaning ) from zinc, and etched them, the text was then silk screened…..