Many things happened from May to November, but blogging wasn’t one of them. This is largely because my old computer is so slow, I can hardly stand to use it. It’s not too bad at photo editing or etsy, but blogging would be faster if I engraved a stone with a chisel. Luckily I have become one of the last people on the planet to have an IPad and I have finally figured out how to use it. So onward and upward.
Early summer saw the arrival of my new press from the Portable Printing Press Co. You can find them on FaceBook. It’s way more exciting than the IPad. Sorry Apple. With it I’ve done several new prints!
In October I took a LetterPress course at Open Studio. Combining letterpress and linocut is something I hope to do more of.
Now the days are short and 2017 is coming to a close. This year I’m more organized than usual and I have printed these Christmas cards!
Merry Merry to everyone and may your darkness be full of twinkling lights!
Saturday May 13th is the opening reception for Imprints; a new exhibition I am having with my printmaking friend Sarka Buchl Stephenson at the Georgina Art Centre and Gallery. I've been in hiding, not posting much or putting prints in my Etsy store in order to get ready for this exhibition. But the date is fast approaching and I have just heard that I am going to be doing a short TV segment for the show Georgina Life on Rogers TV. Our exhibition is about printmaking and so I'm hoping to demonstrate a linocut on Georgina Life. I've been told there are lots of people who don't know what a linocut is. My Facebook feed is full of the beautiful work of other linocut artist because I belong to a group called Linocut Friends. This gives me the mistaken impression that just about everyone is a linocut artist! Apparently it isn't so. So I shall rally my courage and do the TV segment on Georgina Life. I believe it's airing live on Monday morning at 10:00 if you are local. If not I'll try and get a copy of the segment and show it here.
Here's a sneak peek at some new work for Imprints!
Musee des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Sometimes things happen in life that knock you out of the sky. Your going round and round in your daily rat race, perhaps happily, perhaps not, and then boom. Something happens and life will never be the same. I made this print several months ago before my sister passed away. I looked at it last week and I could not remember anything about what I was thinking when I made it. What is it about? I know it's based on a vintage toy of an amusement park ride called High Flyers. I know I tend to go round and round, in the school bus I drive and in my head. Then I remembered the poem above by W. H. Auden. My daughter read it at my sister's funeral. It sums up the strangeness of re-entering life which went on around you while you were immersed in tragedy. And it mentions Icarus; a "high flyer" who fell from the sky. There are so many ways to put this together. Perhaps I am more aware now that everyone goes round and round and we do fall from the sky...and life goes on.
... it all looks like a home but you're rushing on wheels...in a sense life is like that...a race towards oblivion while trying to find a home...we feel at home in our lives but it's a very ephemeral experience.
© Laurel Martin 2010