A wood engraving has been lurking for a long time, waiting for ink. Today I banished the kittens from the studio and settled down to printing.
Printing with a book press is a little like exercise, so several hours later a line of prints hung from the ceiling on a heath Robinson style drier ( clothes pegs, bulldog clips and a line made from recycled turbans ). Hoping now that a certain eight legged, many clawed, sharp eyed kitten monster doesn’t spot it. Wondering what the magnetic attraction of kittens and trouble might be?