02/05/2026
Of all the things I need to do at the moment, I’ve found myself rekindling my printmaking.
Themes that have preoccupied me for a long while have reemerged and I notice a language that is richer and more precise than previously.
I’m currently using low tech, basic materials which make the process hard to control. The ink is either too thick or too thin, the pressure is never quite right. I’m constantly brushing up against frustration and trying over and over to find that sweet spot.
It’s been quite a battle against unpredictability.
But sometimes I'm rewarded with a flash of magic - a beautiful mark full of expression or an inky residue that I hadn’t planned and it's the happiest accident - it keeps me from throwing in the towel.
That perseverance and lack of control is like the ups and downs of life with anxious children. I can guide and support and still not know how things will play out.
It’s hard work at times and requires patience and resolve beyond typical parental pay grades.
But it's those flashes of magic that drive the certainty that the clunky fails and unpredictable outcomes are just steps along the way to something beautiful.