Images of Linocut workshops in the depths of Winter. The process being inseparable from the result. The process being the artwork. The process being.
Contrast.
Sharp graphite.
Lino scrape shavings.
Hard pressed glistening ink.
What happens is what happens.
We are never in control anyway.
The reveal is the revelation we seek.
Every moment the same but different but same.
For us to be ready when called to press.
Hang our life, content, on the wall of the world.
