Cranking away on stuff for that show coming up at the beginning of October, plus lining up other shows for the fall / winter / holiday season.
I finally got brave enough to seal and ink the ambrosia maple block that I carved and pulled some proofs. The blurry one on the left is on a peculiar printing substrate which I can't call paper ... it seems to be a relative of those impossibly tough mailing envelopes (Tyvek), but with a soft, fiber-y surface to grab ink. It'd be great for all-ink prints, I think, but since I like to hand-color them, it's not great for me. Even the india inks bleed like crazy, almost totally uncontrollable.
From the department of family awesomeness, my mother sent me this blade, hand-forged by my uncle. Obviously this thing is meant to slay foes and such. If you've been keeping track of my latest obsessions, you'll probably suspect I'm going to put a swank wooden grip on it. Maybe see if I can make it unreasonably sharp and dangerous.
And then what? I don't know. Probably mail it back to my uncle. :)
I'll leave you with two more inked prints, from the Eye of the Floracaine plate, and the proof of the as yet unnamed 9x12 homage to 70s wallpaper.
p.s. I have no idea what Meanwhile, Rick James means. It's from a song. It is a song. It's Cake. Check it out.