I’ve been doing some printing again – when I say again, it was 1976 the last time I did any.
Not sure why printing was at the front of my mind when I chucked in work but there it is… the lotto win fantasy about setting up a community press, the smell of turpentine in my memory’s nose, some kind of nostalgia for the punk days when I was at Eastbourne College of Art, and met so many people that would be life-long friends, recalling some of the first times when I was actually hands-on creative… who knows, but there it is!
