*PRINT is not dead

Experiment with water: I wash the soap(or my hands) per print.

Experimenting with water, the more soap I use the less defined the characters shows, the new iteration lighter than its previous, until the point of invisibility?

Slightly curious and horrified at the thought that I might have to carve with these. Saving some for melting.

Double boiler insert for soap remelt and remolding. Looking to incorporate and test with the mini bits of soap dusts, to make smaller alphabets. Perhaps the creation goal is a book of the stamps.

Been asking familiar people around if they keep soap from hotels.

The material is very flaky and requires delicate/repeated cuts. Began cutting with a scalpel. Initial plans of cutting the soap up into three before shaping changed the moment the blade sunk into the solid. Transferred to cutting away bit by bit, doing so with a larger knife. The same knife that I used on fruits during quarantine(brought into hotel premises)

RELISTING THE INDEX last day hahahaha

stuff _ the finished parts

Printing outdoors: A weekly series of pieces of processed modernity meeting up with unprocessed(the tree at least) nature. Otherwise the only time of the week when I gain access to this printer I share with a support bubble ten minutes walk away. Did not want to ‘dirty’ the printer, yet now that I am reviewing my past works I am humoured by how out of place the cardboard piece of land is. Also went to scan pictures of household products I had lying around, the bnw print out looks like an image sent from space. I may or may not have just watched the martian and may or may not be starting to read hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy as I wait on my books on print to arrive.

Decided to also invite my flatmate into printmaking. Through witnessing their enthusiasm in participation, I am inspired to set up a ‘print studio’, and as I wrote on in are.na oriana thinks I began to shape out the milieu of this project. 

I did not make too detailed of designs with my experiments in cardboard printmaking. Partially due to my instinctual habit of making type immediately. Stepping back and reviewing my work of the past week I can tell I have been caging myself within emotional blocks and burning out from overthinking the ws and h on tackling my work. Year three seems to be a maze. Time is running out and as it flies by like an arrow in the sky, it awaits for nobody. I may be a month behind track, yet I am resilient and confident on charging head on for the upcoming weeks.

Lockdown by potato stamps. Flag of the individual ran and maintained studio, located on a sparingly habited planet around 127 light years away from Earth. Purely coincidental that the colours look like the uk flag. This is a beginning of a speculative milieu. Inspired by JR’s photobooth wallpaper movement and the french revolution posters

alphabet for cardboard printing

card board prints

Tree, meet tree.

Vita lemon tea served with a dash of anxiety

Print iterations