Fresh Caplin, a 2014 original lino-cut by yours truly, is about to be sold out! I have one impression left available, number 34 in an edition of 36 + 3 TPs.
When drawing the image, I used a photograph taken by my aunt Linda of a bucket of fresh caplin. Someone pointed out that it looks like it was designed after the old codfish postage stamp, which I agree with completely, although I hadn’t thought of it before.
I have had my personal experiences with capelin, including a stint at the local fish plant as a caplin sorter in 1990. Fresh out of high-school, I took the job with an air of excitement, but lasted less than one shift! A night shift in which I found myself sleepy, cold, and hungry enough to faint away and knock out two front teeth on the floor as I went down! What an embarrassment! (I couldn’t say the word embarrassment, or anything else with an ess until I was fixed up with new teeth!)
If you would like to be the new owner of this last piece of the edition, you can find it in the online shop here, or drop in at the studio! It is matted to fit a 10×10 inch frame and will cost you $90 + applicable taxes.
We grabbed a take-out supper from the café and ate at the picnic table in the first gazebo on the Greenspond walking trail last night. Duke had the Baxter Burger & Chippies with a Dad’s Root Beer, and I had the Chick Pea Curry with an iced coffee. Yummy supper.
Beautiful evening, until the mosquitoes found us. In Greenspond! The 1st time I’ve ever seen them there! Never mind all the tragic things happening all over the world- I’m upset about the immigration of mosquitoes to Pond Island!!! I think I’m prejudiced towards mosquitoes.
I’m spending some time in Flatrock with my friend and artist extraordinaire, Tara Bryan. We are working on a little art book together, to be titled Wesleyville. This morning, I set type for the first time, and really enjoyed it- a bit like playing word games
I got some basic instructions on how to operate the Vandercook press, and made a first proof. There were lots of typos to fix. Another word game.
Once we got the type set correctly, however, we started to play with layout. Perhaps the type will be reset to form around the shapes of our images…
This untitled piece was a part of my first solo exhibit back in 1998, teastory.
Each piece in the series is the size shape and image of a tea bag. The teacup fragments were collected from the floor of my Morris Street apartment’s tiny kitchen. Too precious to be thrown away, I tucked them away for an unknown purpose, until I imagined this piece.
It’s all about holding precious bits and fragments of the past, but going on with something new, beautiful, and cherished.
I don’t remember what year these images bring me back to, but I made these mini-print images of New York City, a place I’ve never been, at the request of a New Yorker who enjoyed my work enough to ask for some special pieces for her pop-up shops (before they were called that).
I was reminded of them by a recent trip to New York by a couple of close friends, and by a scarf I’ve been wearing again lately that was purchased for me by my mother while shopping in Times Square a few years ago.
Available for purchase at the Craft Council Gallery until June 13th, 2015
My father mentioned a ‘waterhaul’ to me while creating this piece.
It was a term common amongst the generations of those who used cod traps. If your trap was empty, it would be said that you had a “waterhaul”, meaning that there were no codfish in it!
See my twitterfeed between February and May of this year to see the day by day workings of this installation. Each square took at least 5 hours of hooking. Thanks to all my tweeps and peeps who kept me feeling pumped about this project while I spent all those hours and late evenings sitting and hooking!