Tiger, tiger...

Finally, finally, finally it is done.


I must admit I take a distinct pleasure in cutting up my old woodblock prints (ones culled from the edition- don't worry). It ends up being a mishmash but I've been so damned careful for so long that it feels great to play fast and loose with all these different elements.
Oh yeah, I guess it's call 'play'.

Just done

This summer has been busier than I thought it would be but I managed make another new piece (and use another box- remember that cabinet full of cigar boxes?).

Sometimes the work just flows and that's great. But I'm rusty, get interrupted a lot and this media is all new to me (those are my excuses). Most of the time I have this 'what the heck am I doing and where is it going?' feeling.

But that's all part of learning something new, right? And if I can combine cleaning up the plastic debris my kids scatter all over and making art, that's just fine by me.