Thanks again to Callum, who printed these without my knowing until almost a year later! It was a lovely surprise.
While I was as Goldmark Atelier last year, I got to try my had at etching- which is old news if you’ve followed me for more than two seconds. I made a simple etching; sweating a bit at having to think of an image and bully it out of the black fast and efficiently enough so that I didn’t clench with shame and crack invisible nuts with my ass cheeks every time I saw it get printed.
I don’t know if I’d be as comfortable with the image if it didn’t symbolise pure relief on my part. I was though, so much so that when Jan put a very small plate in front of me and dared me to drypoint etch, I said “yeah, okay”.
I was warned that the headache inducing smallness of my regular detail would get lost as any stroke would more than likely feather out into thick, stark line. Not knowing what a middle ground is, I quickly executed a crudely drawn cat face and waited for its features to bleed, clown like, in the printing process.
Leaving, my thoughts were on my first ‘proper’ etching and so I forgot about it- until recently when I found a package from Goldmark. They’d made a small edition of 15 for me!
I was so pleased that I signed and numbered them, proper like.