A pile of airy bones in an attic room beneath the pitched roof

I want so much to write. I’d like to be still for a day or two; to draw. To draw at a rate more like I was in October— daily. Or nearly so. To have space for things to percolate and bubble to the surface from below. Instead, I’ve been kept moving, pulled in multiple… Continue reading A pile of airy bones in an attic room beneath the pitched roof

Dry point printing

Tarlatan draws a night of dancing aurora for the snow house. Yesterday I spent about seven hours in the Gowanus Studio Space, in the print shop. It was the first time I've had the pleasure of working there, and my day was focused on pulling prints from two drypoint engravings on the etching press. Following… Continue reading Dry point printing