All posts tagged: class

Re: The price of art/work

I assist classes at the printshop in Manhattan. My duties include gathering class materials, answering technical questions, and cleaning up after the class has finished. Tonight, after completing my tasks adequately for a Japanese Woodblock class, I settled myself in a corner and continued working on my own print which utilized the techniques taught in the workshop. As I was working, a student came to my corner and interrupted my drawing into soft ground to ask if I was paid to assist the instructor today. I put down my number whatever pencil, took out my headphones and spun in my stool to look at her. “No, I am not paid cash.” I said. “Oh, How Come You Get So Much Time To Work?” she asked. I assume she was bothered by my working on my own artwork, so I ignored her intrusion and politely informed her that “Class ended at 4:30, you are here because of the generosity of your instructor.” It was about 5. “You don’t work very hard,” she replied. SO I SAID LISTEN …

Building tone w Joe

I am having difficulty getting an even, rich black tone using the aquatint box at the printshop. I spotted Joe’s prints of architectural and industrial forms; the prints are almost entirely composed out of tonal etching. (In other words, the shapes are made out of shades, not lines.) So I caught him with a ham sandwich and asked if he would take a look at my aquatint sometime, ‘Yes, of course,’ he replied. This evening he taught me a method of building tone using a sponge and soft ground. To begin, I polished a scrap of copper using ‘MAG’ (nesium carbonate) and a salt and vinegar mixture. Once clean, Joe showed me how to apply a thin layer of soft ground to my plate using a thick, soft brush which extended beyond the edges of the small plate. Before allowing the soft ground to dry, we covered the plate with a small spongy thing Joe found from a man who sells rubber goods on Canal street. (I don’t know why I’m giving away all my secrets) I ran …

I have been printing a grid

frustrated by my cute nose and loose wrists, I have disappeared from Detroit and have been in the print studio among steel plates, ink canisters clanking on glass and white kids making ‘grotesque’ images of skin-cracked babies. Chris is here in critique nodding, and a man made a print by casting the iching on his iphone and placed stones in a grid filling a 12×20 woodblock. the image was quite successful and i believe he may have struck upon a process of making which removes the self enough to facilitate a pure emergence of (the) form. It is a print, this piece of paper with ink. 2015