Saturday, September 17, 2011

Home Print Studio


Today I had a go at printing some of my lino cuts here at home. It's a pretty low tech affair compared to the gear available in the BIA print studio but I do so love doing things the hard way, on my own and with only the tools at hand. The results were better than some of the prints I've made in class so I'm pretty excited about the possibilities.

Friday, September 16, 2011

City Kids - Riparian Plaza


I have set myself another project. A series of larger paintings with a common theme. This is the first. I hope to have a whole bunch done by Christmas.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Colouring in


I cut a second plate to colour the Turkey's neck, wattle and leg as well as the axe handle. I'm an impatient print maker and so printed the black plate immediately after printing the coloured one which really isn't advisable. The black ink doesn't take so well over the still wet coloured ink. Besides that, it looks like there was inadequate ink on the plate in places so the black is a little patchy. This was the best print of the night. Oh well. I am happy with the way the plates go together and the vibrancy of the red and yellow on the black. Next week I'll print a batch from the coloured plate and let them dry for a couple of weeks before I print the second plate.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Lino Cuts and Smoky Birds



Two new plates this week, in different themes. I've been thinking about an image of a figure, confronted by his own demons, manifesting themselves as faces materialising from the cigarette smoke that surrounds him. The sketches I made weren't so inspiring but I liked the look of the smoke, so I did the cigarette on it's own.


It's coming into spring and the Bush Turkeys are at it again. Our neighbours neglected to remove the 3 cubic metre nest from their yard during the winter months and the resident stud has returned to re-establish his territorial rights. I know they're protected natives, and it's great to live near a bushland reserve  where wildlife abounds, but the bastards sure can make a f@#king mess of the garden.