Another bad week...

A slow and disappointing week. The morning goes well, creating slabs for an even larger version of the Painted Ladies print – a print that needs a name soon, as I thoroughly hate this one… Printing the slabs is always a technically satisfying, and wonderfully mindful. There is something about saturating the blank sheet with a layer of rich black ink, perfectly crisp at the corners, rich and even across the luscious surface of the Fabriano. I would be lying if I said I didn’t sometimes want to present one of these sheets in its own right, as some sort of Rothko like statement of minimalism (it puts me in mind of the second print I created at the beginning of this year, with a black slab suspended over a broiling winter sea).

The afternoon fails to mirror the satisfying morning of slab printing as my transparencies fail not once, but twice while exposing, with mysterious water marks totally destroying the screen on both occasions. This combines with the intrusion of a very messy work week to see me down tools and head for home early. I’m exhausted, primarily from an incredibly long work month that has forced the MA to take a back seat more than I would like, and I feel frustrated that this is the case, and also that I again feel lost as to what my final body of work should look like this late into the degree. I feel like each successful print takes me down an avenue that either quickly peters out or launches off in a new direction.

I know I probably just need to take time to stop and reflect (something that seems like such a luxury compared to my professional life) – next week will be better…

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