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The world is full of others and there are more of them than me


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I make images because I feel uncomfortable with words. My own words, not other people’s words. I enjoy some of the places other people’s words take me. My own words feel awkward, embarrassing and some how don’t belong. Is it that I make words for other people and I make images for me?


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Really thought I’d lost this plate but put some more work into and i feel it’s starting to go somewhere.

I’ve been playing around with etching old litho plates. They are very thin so it’s possible to etch whole chunks of the plate away I (learned this trick from Peter Wray). I’ve been inking up the thin plate and a backing plate intaglio and placing the thin plate on the backing. But, I’ve been getting a 50% failure rate as the plates skid and take the paper with them making a hell of a mess.

This print is made up of two thin plates Araldited to the backing plate. Not a perfect solution as the Araldite squeezes through the holes in the plate and fills them losing some of the burn through effect I’m after.


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