Made from scratch.

Hear ye, hear ye: I’m going to make stuff this summer. Make a mess. Make do. Make it work. Make peace, not war. You get the idea. I’ve been playing with Pixelmator, and having a grand time. I told my husband last night that it reminds me of what I loved about being a printmaker during my BFA days: repetitional visual mantras, deconstructing, layering, and chemical, and now digital, accidents that create something uncontrollable and unexpected. These are what I love about printmaking. I miss the lithographic stones, the acid baths of metal plates, and the cool, damp sheets of…