CLOSING UP SHOP...

The brayers have been cleaned and talced, the lids shut on the dutch mordant and ferric baths. The snorkel vents have wheezed their last breaths, and the hot plates are as cold as a long-dead corpse. The dry pack, once overflowing with the imagination and craft of young minds, is ominously empty. The Sonoma State Printshop has closed for business, if only for the meantime. 

It is with both great pleasure and sadness that I bid this semester farewell. Apart from a few minor abrasions, near bankruptcy, and a daily dose of mindfuck, I have emerged relatively unscathed. I've gained some patience, in the way that only hours of being bent over a plate, scratching feverishly, can provide. I've gained some perspective, some work ethic, some ink under my fingernails. I've got into BFA. It's been rad. I gained that word in the printshop, much to my chagrin. I am neither surf bum nor pre-pubescent boy. Troublesome. 

Anyways.

I have no intention of abandoning this blog. In fact, I think it will hopefully be a good jumping off point, a tool for keeping track of what I'm doing. Perhaps an incentive to still keep doing something.

I fear getting stale in the same way I fear food in my fridge getting stale. Or running out of Frankfort Black in the shop.

Heeby Jeebyz. 

Hopefully Kurt hasn't graded my portfolio so I can snag a few glamour shots and prove I actually do something other than scratch my imaginary man-balls.

Heeby Jeebyz. 

That all started pretty profound and then kind of just blew apart at the seams. Dope.

A. & T.H.C