My friend Michael invited me to see his new baby, it was shiny, new and rolled like a dream. Instead of that overriding smell of oil in his studio, a faint waft of fine etching ink. Paintbrushes gave way to rollers and the floor tiled with sepia clad editions. Printing to me feels like pulling wild hair into a ponytail. That wild unkempt expressionist feelings are still there but they are under temporary control. The steps to prepare, dampen paper, ink the plate and roll, tie the wild into place but the output at the end, when the hair tie is released, produces the same expressionist marks, the abandon usually felt in the paint marks transferred to a print.
Michael has been prolific, monotypes, drypoints and a beautiful hand coloured book. The new press has provided a tool for more drawing. We gave it a whirl and Michael did a monotype and I did a smudgy mess. Here’s a selection of his work. You can check out more of his work here.