Illustration Friday: I Spy...

There are many things in life that make no sense to me, and now that I live in Arizona, I find most things to be a bewildering blur of excess. I did a book last year on the theme of the Seven Deadly Sins. Each "sin" had a person peeking out from behind an illuminated manuscript inspired framework. This one happens to be "Gluttony." I wonder what he spies from behind the border of his page? He reminds me of the guy in the Hummer in front of me that refused to let me merge.

People here are enormously wound up in appearances, be it cars, clothes, or hair color. A friend who is developing the tiniest streak of grey tells me someone had remarked how confident she must be to wear it.

If grey hair is indicative of wisdom and confidence, I must be Yoda. *

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The Joy of Paint

I am painting my house just now. Usually, I paint with very muted, unobtrusive colors, kind of like my drawings. Now that I am here in Arizona, where the landscape is pretty muted unless you are just really into brown, I decided to spice things up a bit and use some real colors. The kids are responding very well, although my husband has yet to see what's going on. I'll be interested to see his reaction. I also thought I'd do a few drawings in color, which is really stepping out for me. They are still just drawings of dead people on trash, but maybe someone will take a risk on one. I hope so.

And if my husband hates it, I can always repaint. *

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Illustration Friday: Total

I am on a diet. While this is not really news, as I am perpetually on a diet, I am trying to take this one very seriously. Since my surgery, the list of what I can't eat is almost larger than the list of what I can eat. No popcorn, nuts, seeds, berries, etc. Because I am supposed to take in some phenomenal amount of fiber daily, you might guess that my diet has become mostly vegetables. That's OK, as I like veggies, but the amount I need to eat to get the requisite daily fiber count is making me totally crazy. When my husband came in and found me drawing tortured turnips and onions, he backed slowly out of the room. I guess I can't blame him.

I have a tendency to exaggerate. *

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Illustration Friday: Wired

Like most Americans, I am not good in the morning until I've had a little coffee. Not that I ever drink enough to get truly wired. Leaving a bit of a dull edge can certainly have its advantages. Americans, Baby Boomers specifically, seem to have an uncontrollable need to be enormously busy, multitasking themselves through every waking hour. I am a Boomer, so why don't I feel like that? Perhaps it is time for a serious confession.

I have never been to a Starbucks. *

Now, I know that is hard to believe. I looked into one from inside a bookstore recently, but I couldn't make heads of tails of how to order, so I decided not to go in. Since I have no shortage of humbling experiences these days, I figured it was best not to invite shame and humiliation by stuttering through some incomprehensible order while the people in line behind me speculate as to which planet I had just fallen from. I think I will stick to McDonalds. There, I can ask for coffee, and be reasonably assured that what I get will be close to what I want.

Good thing my standards aren't too high. *

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Illustration Friday: Hide

I recently had a heated debate with my gas grill. The grill won. To say that I have looked frightful for the last couple of weeks would be a gross understatement. First and second degree burns over my entire face and neck, and frizzled remnants of hair have certainly made me want to hide, even in a place where I am completely anonymous to begin with. Nonetheless, life goes on, so I have been forced to accompany my children to their dizzying array of activities and bear up to the stares of others the best that I can. It is a humbling task, one from which I would rather hide.

Hiding is not the same as being hidden. Here, I am hidden despite my best efforts, even though I am not hiding. There are rules to hide behind, expectations and memories, and I am still there, peeking out, waiting for the gentle breeze that will tell me what's next.

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On Being Seen and Not Heard

I used to wonder how people could just disappear, pick up and go somewhere, change their name, assume a new life, and start over as a totally new person. Now, though, it seems not only plausible, but relatively easy to do. One of the interesting things about relocating is the overwhelming anonymity I have acquired. I suppose that when you've lived somewhere for a long time and developed roots, there also exists a certain responsibility for behavior, a sort of what-would-the-neighbors-think mentality. Being free of that poses opportunities for reinvention, risk, and perhaps, failure, that I might not have considered before. Still, there is something unsettling about being unknown, invisible, and transient.

It is very quiet.

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Illustration Friday: Communication

Isolation is not exactly what I pictured for my life years ago. Although I enjoy my anonymity, recently my life often seems to consist of snippets of information as I carry my children from one activity to another, and rarely anything that might resemble a meaningful conversation. I remember growing up in the 60's, and looking at the women's magazines at my aunt's house on Sunday afternoons when there was little else to do. It seemed the whole world was having interesting parties, barbeques, and get togethers with neighbors. It looked so intriguing and glamorous in the glossy pages printed with modern colors that I could only dream of on her cold, pleather sofa. Yet here we were, suspended in a limbo of boredom.

Now that I have relocated 2500 miles from "home", I find myself again suspended in that limbo. My attempts at conversation frequently fall on the ears of others as though I were speaking a foreign language. Last night I managed to have only the second real conversation with someone outside my family since I moved here. It was nice to feel a little connected to this part of the world.

If only for a moment.

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Illustration Friday: Red

I don't generally use a lot of red in my work. I tend to gravitate toward cool and neutral colors, and prefer to think about the life and quiet work of the soul in the people I draw. Lately, however, experience has forced me to embrace colors and feelings about which I am unsure, colors that make me uncomfortable. There is something inherently not safe about red for me. Risks have always come for me in awkward lumps, like sleeping on an unmade bed. Then, in the between times, I am floating in a cool water, safely knowing the bottom is in reach.

Just now I am wrestling with the covers, in a lumpy bed, half awake, waiting for morning.

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Illustration Friday: Super Hero

There have been a lot of super heroes in my life recently. A very close brush with death in December allowed me to become acquainted with a number of super heroes including, but not limited to the paramedics, surgeons, and nurses at the hospital, my loving family, and perhaps a couple of angels. [Good thing I wasn't getting my teeth cleaned - see previous post.] The best of the super heroes was, of course, my husband. He took off work for a month to be "me", carting children around and taking care of the house. In January, he happily fled back to his job, working on the tv series Heroes. It's a good spot for him. And I am back to art at last. It's a good spot for me, too. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto/3547093

Valley of the Sun

It sounds so warm and pleasant, Valley of the Sun. One envisions palm trees, sparkling pools, and happy people with umbrellas in their drinks listening to Frank Sinatra on transistor radios by the aforementioned sparkling pools. Not. I often think I must have a third eye, as people tend to act as though I have fallen here from another planet. I suspect the feeling is mutual more often than not. Adapting to a new environment has not been easy, and perhaps I am too old to make this transition gracefully, but I am persevering, nonetheless. Still, I run afoul of local custom too frequently. Who knew one must show up at the dentist with your own set of xrays? It's the law, here, I'm told. If you don't bring your xrays [like I carry them around in my purse] then you can not have your teeth cleaned. Interesting concept. The people at the Department of Motor Vehicles make up their own rules as they go. What is OK by one teller is definitely against the law with another. It's a bit like the twilight zone. I intend to make this work. Maybe I need to slip an umbrella into my lemonade and chill a bit by the pool. As soon as it warms up. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto/3547076

No Maps

Moving across the country has been an experience I would not readily repeat for a very long time. The logistics of moving one's home, business, children, pets, licenses, bank accounts... [the list goes on forever], are incredibly overwhelming with or without proper medication. Moving does not come with an instruction manual, and as such, it has been a learning experience. The good news is that the piles of boxes have almost disappeared, and my studio is mostly workable. Of course, life in a seriously suburban setting is giving me plenty to think and write about. I'll explore that another day. * http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Skyline

I rarely paint anymore, as my family frequently disrupts my work time, so I am forced to stick with drawing these days. However, I enjoyed painting, and thought I'd pull out an old one for this week's Illustration Friday. It is a rooftop view of part of Pittsburgh, during the winter. I painted from a photo I took on a typically bleak day in January. Thankfully, those days are behind me now as I pack for the desert, which is stark, but never bleak. At least I hope. * http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Home Improvement Hell

Somewhere along in April we decided the thing to do was to sell our house and move to the desert before the next hurricane takes it all away. It was a deceptively easy plan, just fix up the house and list it. How hard could that be? Since that time, with the exception of some sick leave, I have lived in Home Improvement Hell. What were we thinking? Just to get the house ready for the market required a serious look, and suddenly all those things I'd meant to do someday reared their slimey little heads and hollered, "We'll make your life miserable to the end!" They are doing a fine job of it, I must say. Of course, I expect to triumph in the end, which is nowhere in sight, or did I mention that? But I must say that the purge of excess stuff has been exceptionally gratifying, albeit a bit frightful at first. I can envision myself basking in the warmth of the Phoenix sun, sipping from a tall, fruity drink with a parasol in it, by a crystal blue pool. After I get it all unpacked again. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Portrait

At last, a topic I really enjoy. I could draw faces all day, and happily so. I am amazed at the uniqueness of each soul. A couple of my favorites. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Greetings to all

Hello everyone. I have been extraordinarily sick and therefore absent for awhile. I hope to be back here soon. Thanks to all who have sent your good wishes.

Illustration Friday: Under the sea

Evolution. I just don't think so. This is a drawing I did that is part of a series of pieces on the absurdity of the evolutionary idea. The idea that we are all made from pond scum, and to pond scum we shall return, it just makes no sense. If evolution were true, then surely we would have figured out a way by now to make the video recorder programmable by someone of mere average intelligence. Or is that just a case of knowledge-is-power? Yes, that's probably it. * http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Meditation on the Essential Nature of Toast

I was away last week to attend the funeral for my uncle. Tucked away in a small town in the mountains, I visited the church where a number of my family members are now buried. It was a time to visit with family, and the long drive gave me time to reflect upon a lot of things. It is interesting how parts go together toward a whole, and yet most of us are not whole in either body or spirit, and yet we continue to function and to believe that we are somehow complete. Why should I be concerned for the parts of me that are no longer there? Will I be reunited with them when I reach heaven? Maybe it is good to be only a part. * http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Spotted

I have very mysterious and unusual neighbors, and since I rarely see any of them, I find myself making up stories about them. There is a house just around the turn where a couple lives. They are probably mid 40's, no kids, lots of toys. Best I can tell, they have 4 vehicles, 2 boats, and a pair of Harleys that I occasionally see them riding. All of which is not very strange, except for their nightly visitors. Two to four additional cars are there overnight, virtually every night, and they are never the same ones, which is most curious. I think they are swingers. OK, you're right, they could be entertaining for business, but let's face it, this is Castle Hayne, NC. Not exactly the heart of big business, but close to heavy tourist areas which would make this possible. I would never have thought of this as a Fantasy Island kind of place, but who knows? Boss! De plane! De plane! http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Speed

I have been absent for a couple of weeks from IF due to travel and a round of jury duty. [see following post] This week's word is Speed. I glanced about the studio for a picture that might represent speed, and came up with this one. This is an overpass I drew some years ago. I liked the arrangement of the levels and lights, sort of like a giant still life, which could, arguably, be the antithesis of speed, but that is OK since this is Illustration Friday. I hope you enjoy it. Post something so I can follow back and see your work. Have a great weekend. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Crimes and Misdemeanors

I have spent most of my week on jury duty; which while being a major inconvenience in my life, was also a fascinating experience. I was seated as a juror on a criminal trial. Now, why anyone would want me as a juror, I can not fathom, but there I was. It was quite intriguing in all its subtleties and nuances, the questioning of jurors and witnesses, the posturing of the lawyers, and the remarkable lapse in memory of the law enforcement officers. Don't they review their notes? And then there are the actual players, whose futures ride on the decision of twelve people who want to go home. I sketched out people between sessions, although not the people envolved in the case. It was an amazing week. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7404640440&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMESE%3AIT&rd=1 I would do it again in a heartbeat. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Feet

As always, I gave a considerable moment's thought to this week's theme before diving in. This week's models are my children, one of whom is black, and the other white. While I think diversity is a great thing in families, pets, and your choice of mustard, I know not everyone feels that way. You may make any kind of comment you like. But just for fun, when you post your comments, be sure to include your favorite mustard. This piece is on auction on eBay at http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7400704650 should you be inclined to give it a good home. Boar's Head All Natural Honey Mustard with Pure Golden Honey. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Illustration Friday: Tattoo

The choice of themes this week is particularly unfortunate, as no one in my immediate family has a tattoo. Not that I have anything against them, but they were never really my thing. I have this horrible notion that many years from now, when I am in the nursing home, there will be all these people with totally unrecognizable blobs that were previously rather nice tattoos. I might be wrong. Still, I somehow don't think that giant mermaid will look so cool when I'm 85. That I should live so long. The model is, again, my long-suffering husband, with the amputated pinkie and the tape with "temporary tattoo" written by my son. I skipped the string this time to avoid the "tie-me-up" comments. Not that I mind them. And the piece is on auction at eBay at http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7398599497 should you feel so inclined as to purchase it. http://www.cafepress.com/ottoblotto?pid=8246890

Ornamental Cabbages

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he. I was looking through some old pictures, and I found this picture I had taken of a man in a sort of king's outfit, sitting on the side of a raised bed of ornamental cabbages. He was waiting for his place in a parade or something, I can't quite remember. Anyway, I saw some ornamental cabbages the other day at a shopping mall, and it reminded me of a piece I had done of Old King Cole about a year ago, which is all very confusing, I'm sure. So why do people plant ornamental cabbages, anyway? Can you eat them? If not, who had the brilliant idea that cabbages alongside your bed of pansies would make for great landscaping? Cabbages must have one heck of a PR department.

Illustration Friday: Insect

Well, it's time for a new Illustration Friday. Today's offering is a piece called Beetlemania 2, companion piece to Beetlemania 1. [See January archives] This is a piece in acrylic and ink, surrounded by vintage flocked metallic wallpaper, something only someone truly mod can understand. I hope you, too, are truly mod. It is available on eBay at http://cgi.ebay.com/BEETLEMANIA-2-a-FABulous-fantasy-painting_W0QQitemZ7346421616QQcategoryZ20158QQtcZphotoQQcmdZViewItem Coo coo cachoo.

Illustration Friday: Tea

This is my husband. He fetches me tea. He treats me like a queen. Isn't he a good sport? Being raised in the south, I grew up believing tea and coffee were merely vehicles for delivering milk and Dixie Crystals to my system. I still pretty much believe that. I tried to get into the whole herbal tea thing, but it just never worked for me. I still enjoy very sweet tea, though. And I hope you enjoy my interpretation this week. Come back next week to see which family member I exploit in the name of art.

Rainy Days and Thursdays...

It is raining today, just like yesterday and the day before that, and probably tomorrow. Usually I like the rain, but here in February, when things are at their bleakest foliage-wise, it is especially dreary. When I remember the extreme dullness of the long winters I endured up north, however, it doesn't seem so bad. And the rain does have a wonderful ability to wash things clean [shades of Travis Bickel] so that is a plus. I did this linoleum print/collage/painting of a car lot in the nearby "metropolis" of Wilmington. Not terribly scenic, but I do like the rain effect. I look forward to spring.

Illustration Friday: Song, Part 2

Well, it takes a little more time to come up with some stuff. This is a linoleum block print I did specifically for the Illustration Friday "song" theme. It is a print, with collage and acrylic added. I used my son to pose playing his guitar on the front porch steps for this piece. I am fortunate to have such good-natured children who will model for me on a regular basis. They are a blessing in my life. You can catch the eBay auction on this piece here. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7392998172 The auction doesn't start until 8:45 pm tonight [Wednesday], so before that time you won't be able to click through. Thanks for stopping by, and comments are always appreciated. *

Illustration Friday: Song, Part I

I did some drawings awhile back based on various musical forms, using people and fruits or vegetables to express something about the particular musical form I was illustrating. So, I got a lot of blank stares, but am finally finding some people who understand them, which is as fantastic as it is scary. This piece is called Dirge, which is a sort of funeral march. It contains a fairly grumpy woman and a slice of a blood orange. I felt in my mind that she was rather ticked off that her husband of 52 years had left at a most inopportune time, as he often did, although this time permanently. I believe she was still berating him on the way home from the graveside. To all things there is a limit.

Business Reply Mail - Part 2

Well, today I finished "Give", the companion piece to "Take", which I published in the previous post. They are inspired by old photos from my parents, who belonged to a civic group in which they were very active. It was always very mysterious to me as a child, because they would hire a babysitter for us while they went out to their meetings. They were always giving and getting awards, too. They have tons of pictures from those days showing women in heavy glasses and polyester dresses, and men with bad hairpieces and polyester suits. Polyester seems to be the common thread, which in some strange way brings me back to the business reply mail stuff. It is odd that the two are somehow connected in my mind. Or not.

Business Reply Mail

I don't know about you, but I open ALL my mail, even the stuff I know is junk, because you never know what kind of hidden treasures are lurking inside. I have stacks and stacks of fake credit cards just waiting for an artistic inspiration that will make them into something wonderful. I rarely have to print out return address stickers because I get them free, and I never have to buy a new calendar. My refrigerator is covered in meaningless magnets that are sent to me by credit card companies and realtors, should I ever get the urge to list my house. Having read about my neighborhood, you can probably understand why I wouldn't want to leave. I love a good mystery. Then there is the ubiquitous Business Reply Envelope. They come in everything. I figured there must be some use for these, too, so I did some funny little collages with them, added a little gesso, and used them for drawing backgrounds. This is one I did this evening called Take. I'll do it's counterpart, Give, maybe tomorrow. Recycling is a good thing.

Evolutionary Misgivings

I find illuminated manuscripts, stained glass, and pretty much anything Gothic to be really cool. I like the rhythm of repetitive images, even if they only make sense to me, which is usually the case. This piece is part of a series I started called Evolutionary Misgivings. It is meant to question how it could possibly occur to anyone that we evolved from some sort of sea creatures. Or apes. Or whatever; I prefer the Genesis account. But anyway, I meant it merely to be a question-your-faith issue, but it was perhaps not so well received, which is probably why I am storing it in my friend Bill's office. It is the only place on earth more heaped with stuff than my own house. The piece is an unlikely conglomeration of stainless steel, drypoints, and antique wallpaper. I like it, and Bill seems to tolerate it well, and I imagine God will have a thing or two to say about it one day. I hope He likes it.

Illustration Friday: Simple

I am submitting a piece for Illustration Friday tonight for the first time. This week's theme is "Simple". I thought about how I would illustrate this theme for a long time. OK, well, it was only for a couple of hours, actually, but that's a long time for me. I hope you enjoy my drawing.

Nuke Thy Neighbor

We moved from Los Angeles to Castle Hayne, North Carolina in 1994. It was a big improvement, since there was a meth lab next door to us in LA, and the neighbors shot at us, whereas here everyone in our neighborhood appears to be in the Witness Protection Program, and they only shoot the deer and squirrels. I honestly have neighbors that I have not seen in all those years since we moved here. The cars occasionally park slightly differently, but you NEVER see any people. There's something very odd about that. However, that doesn't keep them from shooting at something, and gunshots are not uncommon. Castle Hayne has a Piggly Wiggly, a post office, and a bank in a double wide trailer. It's a far cry from the traffic on the 405. It's a nice quiet place to raise kids, and I know that if we are ever attacked, my neighbors will have the weapons to defend us. And know how to use them. I did this piece called Nuke Thy Neighbor. It's what I suspect my neighbors might look like, should I ever catch a glimpse of them.

Bird of Paradise

OK, so I love old wallpapers, and I've garnered quite a collection of them over the years. One roll just happened to be this wonderful metallic silver vinyl with yellow and strawberry fluff stripes, and bright orange flocking. It takes me back to my childhood in a way that only an avocado green stove and matching refrigerator can do. Anyway, I knew it was made for some sort of campy art moment. How that evolved into this woman bird, I'm not quite sure. You can see her, and others like her here. http://stores.ebay.com/Natalie-Schorr_Paintings_W0QQcolZ2QQdirZQ2d1QQftidZ2QQtZkm It reminds me of the days of astronauts and tang and deviled eggs. I had a poncho with Spanish ball fringe on it. Really.

Aura of the Perfect Hostess

I love bouncing between collage, drawing, and printmaking, which is either evidence of my versatility, or my inability to concentrate on one thing; probably the latter. Anyway, I use a lot of old magazines for my collages, most from the 50's and 60's. In going through these aging volumes, it occurs to me that what we eat has changed quite a lot. I see more advertisements for peas and peaches than just about any other food. Why was that? Were the pea and peach lobbies so strong back then that it was all anyone knew to eat? I tried to remember when was the last time I ate canned peas or peach halves, and I couldn't, so I had peas for dinner tonight. No one else would touch them. Figures.

Parallel journeys

I went to my 25th high school reunion a couple of years ago. Few things in my life have been more surreal than seeing all my high school compatriots again. While it was very interesting to catch up to some of the people, it was also weird and disconcerting, like the feeling you get when you eat too much chicken vindaloo. I was glad to go home. How much peace, love, and disco music must one person endure? I did this drawing awhile back. It is of an area of Pittsburgh near where I used to live. I have not been there in many years, and I suspect I would no longer know it now. Would the city remember me? Probably not. And in a strange way, that's good.

Linoleum revisited

So I'm back here, destroying the purity of the print world much more. This is the linoleum block print I was working on a few days ago, although it is almost unrecognizable as a lino print because of all I've done to it. I collaged and painted into it a whole lot, which I think and hope improved it a bit from the stark B&W I started with. It was fun, so I don't care. It is a street scene in Pittsburgh, in a rather notorious area called the Hill District, an area for which the series Hill Street Blues was named, but that is a different story. I lived in Pittsburgh for 9 years; three years getting an MFA at Carnegie-Mellon, and 6 more years because I was too stupid to realize that it was too cold and grey for me to survive. But at some point, my mind thawed, and I retreated to points south, never to shovel out my car again. All in all, Pittsburgh is a lovely city in its own way, and I'm glad for the years there. Go Steelers!

On the merits of letting go

Like a lot of people my age, I have a couple hundred record albums dating from the mid 60's to the mid 80's. Somewhere there, I stopped buying records, or they stopped making them; I can't remember which. Anyway, I was at the Goodwill the other day looking for books to destroy for my Dreams Project, when I spied it. Crates and crates of old record albums. What could you do with these things? I don't even own a record player anymore. I flipped through a few, looking at their artistic merit, or lack thereof, and then it hit me. I bet you could spiff up these things and they'd be a great wealth of cheap ideas. So I went home and found my album collection, and decided that yes, it was time to let go. Here is my first altered album cover, Steppenwolf's At Your Birthday Party. I suspect there are several more of these to come. I am already ruminating on Breakfast in America. That woman needs some tattoos...

Printmaking

I love printmaking, although I am sure I would be classified as the lousiest printmaker on the planet. I took a printmaking class once at our local art museum. The teacher was a VERY SERIOUS maker of etchings. She made sure her editions were complete, perfect, and properly numbered and signed. OK, very nice, but where's the spontaneity in that, I wondered? I tried to conform to her rules, but in the end went my own way. I enjoy etchings, drypoints, and especially linoleum. It's fun to print on all kinds of things, smear colors on afterward, and in general use the print as merely a starting point for a piece. I'm sure the print police are shaking their heads and saying "Oooh, that's baaaaad!" I only decided to go off on this tangent because I had carved a street scene yesterday, and was printing it tonight, and plotting what I would do with it tomorrow. Of course, I can't show it to you now because it's wet, but I will show you other linoleum prints I did recently. They are printed on old book pages, collaged, painted, and so forth. I enjoyed doing them. Just don't tell the print police where I blog. *