First a sketchink sketchThen the 7″x7″ plate dimensions

lineworkThen layers of ink on the plate, going through the press

PressTwo variations of the same design; a color study4th layerNot sure where to take it from here?


Iris #2

iris2Iris 2This one has more layers and I got fancier with the wiping.  There are more textures, but I want to focus on a spontaneous feel.  Eric suggested a new subject matter and I agree.

More Monotypes



Different process, similar results.  This attempt included a brayer, tarletan, and burnt plate oil.  The reference was a sketch, so I interpreted an interpretation.  The dimensionality of the storm clouds didn’t translate: they have much more architecture.  Next experiment will be multiple layers so I think I can handle the registration, especially with plexi.

The Storm

Eye of the storm



I’m working on a new series exploring the imagery within Hans Christian Andersen tales.  Seems like lots of his protagonists, on the verge of overcoming the odds, are suddenly confronted with a storm which stands to thwart everything.  Having grown up near the shore, I always envision storms approaching over the ocean.

Enhanced Ghost Print


I’ve never really attempted this style or method before.
1) Sketch on site with a bic pen. Took some photo references.
2) Create monotype using sketch as guide (using a plexiglass matrix)
3) Pull prints, including the residue ghost print
4) Redraw image using sketches and references, again using a bic pen.
The thing with redrawing is that sometimes whatever spontaneity you got from the sketch or monotype gets lost. I think that happened here because this feels a little stiff, but, I think the faces are more accurate. I made a GOOD monotype once as a gift for a friend, but his nose was too big. It ruined the other 3.5 square footage of drawing.


Third Grade Poetry



I finally cleaned and organized my “art studio”.  I threw out a lot of shit, because I love to throw out shit, which is what made me know for certain that I could never be an archivist.  However there is a nostalgic streak that runs through my body, and I did hold on to a lovely poem I wrote when I was 8 years old.  It’s about swans, which makes sense because I’ve been collecting photo clippings of swans for all these years.  Above is a monotype I made recently based on some of those images I’d been saving.  At least I’m consistent.  So in celebration of throwing out most things,  but holding on to some, I’d like to share my poem with you.  I’ve written it in italics for this special occasion:

Out of the sky from nowhere to be seen

a swan was going to a stream.

Laying her eggs in such a quiet way

there she was by the hay.

In the sparkling water

on this damp warm night

I see a fish by the warmth and the light.

I see it often and I see it well

now I know where they dwell. 

Thank you, everyone.