If you missed the Raised On Paper Show, a bunch of prints will be on display outside of Iskra during Art Hop. They are for sale. Including these – prints made with ink & hand painted espresso from neighboring Maglianero Café.
Oh yeah. My art show.
Raised On Paper is hanging in the JDK Gallery space in Burlington, VT until August 31. Last Friday was the opening reception.
It was a party. Well attended with lots of love and passion for making.
If you’re in the Burlington area, please check it out. The Gallery’s not open on weekends, sadly, but wander in during the week. Everything you see is on sale, and there are some truly brilliant artists and designers showing with me.
Including Craig.
: Raised on Paper - Gallery Show
For the past five months I’ve been part of a screen printing workshop with Iskra Print Collective, learning the basics and exploring and pushing the tools and techniques. You may have even been following along with my process blog posts or photos on instagr.am as I documented each…
“Oh man, I should write a nice tumblr post so that everyone knows I’m in the screen printing show this Friday…… Oh, Craig already made one? Awesome! ReBlogging the heck out of that!”
Long time no write.
It’s been busy here in Liz Land. Work amped up. Play amped up. In a way, me time amped up. But that doesn’t mean I’ve taken the time to write much that is thoughtful, personal, & reflective. Sorry ‘bout that.
Project one: Screen printing. The image attached is of my most recent print. Hand painted espresso with transparent-black ink screen printed over. Tons of positive feedback, & it smells delicious. The show is in 17 days. SEVENTEEN. With only two prints completely finished, I’m starting to feel the pressure.
Project two: Figuring out how social media works. I’m working on my favorite café’s social media presence, & it’s not as easy as tweeting about… oh, I don’t know. Belly buttons or something. So, if anyone has recommendations for books or articles about not being a dumbass on the internet, send them my way.
Project three: I’m working on a story. Not just a two-page practice run, either. An actual story. Working title (because I’m addicted to hashtags) is #Muse. Right now it lives as post-it notes & fragmentary scenes. Notes in margins. A stack of referenced books. My journal entries are littered with #Muse written in red pen. There’s a lot to compile, & it’s too soon to know if the story’s worth writing (or not burning after it’s written). But it feels good to return to fiction.
I’m going on a getaway this Saturday. Taking my books, my laptop, my broken French up to Montreal for café & museum hopping. Hopefully I will spend time wrestling #Muse into some semblance of pattern & plot. But, more importantly, I hope to spend time enjoying the opportunity to step out of myself & into who I might want to be.
“Who you might want to be?” you ask?
My impressions, experiences, & feelings about travel are best summed up by the writer Rolf Potts.
You’re coming to realize that travel anywhere is often a matter of exploring half-understood desires. Sometimes, those desires lead you in new and wonderful directions; other times, you wind up trying to understand just what it was you desired in the first place. And, as often as not, you find yourself playing the role of charlatan as you explore the hazy frontier between where you are, who you are, and who it is you might want to be.
That’s about all I have to impart.
Screen print, made by me at Iskra Print Collective. One of three.
“In the midst of summer I finally found that there was in me an invincible winter.”
(1/1)
