Fine words, ugliness, wisdom and pure stupidity
Took part in: 2017
I started learning fine arts printing in art school in 1982.
In 1985 I had a small studio, I worked with linocuts and small books. Wanted to be able to print words, like titles, went to the nearest printshop and asked for some worn out type but they were getting rid of the whole composing room equipment so… 3 cabinets with lead and 2 with woodtype moved into my studio. Some friends gave me a Liberty platen that I spent a few months restoring.
One night when my friends and I were hauling the Liberty parts down thru my studio window a man came by down the street. He stopped and asked what we were doing. I told him I was moving a platen press into my studio. He was a retired printer/composer and he started to hang out with me in my studio that now was a printshop. I knew nothing and he helped me setting it up, taught me handsetting and all I needed to get going. After half a year or so he disappeared, I dont know what happened.
His name was Stig. That means path in swedish.
The power of sorting type just by making a magic gesture with my finger.
Hmmm.. On an everyday basis I prefer to work alone. But now and then I need to work with others to share and get inspiration.
Humor, kindness and fairness.
When I am out in the woods with my dog.
Augenheil… I wish but would probably become Comic Sans :oD
Hmmm.. either my lino cutting tools or the lockup key.
Murakami & Sandemose
I dont know really… to many to choose between.
One Liberty Platen, one Golding Jobber #8, one FAG correction press, one Kelsey tabletop platen. About 250 cases of type. One etching press. Paper cutter, bookbinding equipment, paper drill, god, this place is crowded!
I am working on expanding my space so I can get space for a Windmill.
In the summertime when it is raining and I am printing with open doors.
All of it.
I do copper printing sometimes, and paint sometimes, I like photography and I write poems.