Lithograph on fabric and paper, embroidery, velcro
detail from The Life of the White Dog (4500 Worth Street)
Saol an mhadaidh bháin Proper printmaking badges have to be printed and embroidered, ofc. Sinéad Cahill showing how it’s done.
I liked the title of this work and did some reading about it. Reminded me of a friend who, one day in Bucharest, told me of a saying her brothers had to celebrate the good moments, and it was “living the life of the destiny”. Obviously bad grammar, but it kinda stuck with me. I have on various occasions confused random groups of friends on strangers by exclaiming “this is the life of the destiny”.
Raoul Middleman’s (self-portrait) lithography plate from 1985. He brought this over to the shop the other day and asked if it can still be printed. Hell yeah it can. The cool thing about this, for me, is that the person/teacher who turned me onto printmaking, John Sparks, processed this plate in 1985, but never editioned it. It was also the year I started art school, and fell in love with printmaking. John’s dead now. I’ll finish what he started. If I don’t die first, or second. Something like that.
Sundial Today was the warmest day in Helsinki since the end of November 2012, with patches of sidewalk appearing through the slowly melting snow. There’s still fishermen out on the ice, though.
Doubly refreshing therefore to see Emily join Itazulitho on the lonely Olymp of tumblr graining photo awesomeness: outdoor graining on the northern hemisphere, in February, in a tank top, in bright sunshine.
And sunglasses. Oh my. I, in other news, will contine to rock my thick woolen sweaters, until further notice.