The print studio is a creative space. Music is on, people mill around, someone cranks the press, blankets pulled back, the prints revealed, everyone gathers to look, comment, more pressure, run it through again.
Texture, color, line, shapes, and rhythm. Feels new and old at the same time. Like a jazz man playing Celtic tunes. My ideas thin and spread just when it's time to clean up. Now I look forward to next week.