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NH:BriberyOddly, this fits in well with the other topical/personal blog of today-Blogging for Dollars- A Perfidious Tale of Health Care in America.

This is an earlier monoprint, but the subject matter is as old as time.  I used several different linocut plates and the trace transfer technique to add the hand-drawn fonts. The background is comprised of 2 copper aquatinted striped plates. The plates are inked in 2 different colors-when printed on top of each other, the give a gradation in color. The plates are printed when the paper is wet. ( If not, you could never register-match up the edges).  The linos are printed in a second  session, after the paper has been dried under blotters. The words are printed in a third session. The image size is 12″ x 18″. Printed on Rives B.F.K. 24 x 30. Edition of one-it’s a monoprint.

More hints to the series? Eh? Believe it or not? So much information on the internet-just like old Pliny the Elder?


The above is the link to the socio-political blog of the day.

See you soon-



NH:BirthControl:aNH:BirthControl:bWell, because there are. I couldn’t decide which way to go with this topic, graphically. Still not sure whether I like either one.

The trace transfer lettering was a little bit smudgy. There’s something about the red oil ink that gets very oily in humidity. Modifying the ink doesn’t always achieve the result I want. You only get one shot at this. No going back, and no way to tell how the transfer is going until you lift off the paper . either, “Voila”, or “1ÓÏÏ•ª˚Ô”.

That is what is so magical and exciting about printmaking. The eureka factor. The happy accident.

Not at all like painting. So direct. So controllable. I spent at least the first 10 years of being a serious artist painting realistically. Then, I realized how much time I was taking on “perfection”.  Which led me back to printmaking.  Love them both. Isn’t it odd that I now make one of a kind prints. There has to be some kind of dark psychology there. Or not.



NH:BillofRightsWell. Considering all the laws and rights we enjoy in America. And, pre-occupied with the the issue of medical insurance. Which is off the mark for this print. Don’t care. I was uninsurable for most of my adult life, due to a chronic health problem that started when I was a child.. I have experienced decades of no coverage, and subsequent near death outcomes. I have had government subsidized health care. Mixed help and results. I have had good insurance when I married, very late in life-with high costs. Today, I discovered that my very expensive insurance will not cover an essential medication. Cost to me? Over $1000.00 out of pocket a month. So, praying to get an answer. Don’t qualify for disability-even though I have an automatically qualifying condition. Too ill as an adult to have worked enough to qualify. Not destitute enough to qualify as indigent. Move to Sweden? Wales? Ireland?

Have a few pieces of artwork made when un-insurable. “Pre-Existing Condition”. “Buy This and the Artist Dies”- When on government insurance, couldn’t make any income.  “X-Ray”, and the like. This print features the 2 aquatint striped plate background. Lino gun and flag, And a very fetching etching plate-the ekg flatline. PLUS! hand drawn and designed fonts-a trace transfer technique.

Glad for those that the new health care helps.  I’ve survived over 45 years of this. What ya got for me today, Mr.President?

From my sister, Carol. About our mother, Swedish cardamom coffeecake and grand opera.

We're the Hladiks

When I was a very young girl, my Mother and I would listen to Chicago’s WGN radio broadcast of the Saturday matinée from the Met during the winter opera season. (“Li-i-i-ve! From the Metropolitan Opera in New York; brought to you by Tex-aco…”). And Saturday was baking day.

Cardamom_CoffeecakeI’d awaken to the aroma of yeast budding away in a little warm water in the big yellow Pyrex bowl that I now own. I was always assigned the task of grinding the BB-sized pellets of cardamom, which came about 5 or 6 per tiny round, beige, papery husk, using the gray mortar and pestle that’s now my sister’s. I’d watch Mom add the flour mixture to the foamy, beige yeast solution, knead it on a large floured board on the kitchen table, put the dough back in the yellow bowl and cover it with a cloth…

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NH:BenFranklinA mid-series monoprint, and one of my favorites. I was now printing the smaller etching plates onto archival papers-building a library of images that I could add onto the prints by chine collé. The portrait of Ben is a transfer technique-directly done onto the background paper. I used and oval mylar mask when printing the background stripes to create the blank area. A little bit of real Natural History for the day!

Please ask me questions about any of the techniques I named in this post. Realize it is very techie printer!


NH:BabylonBabylon. Historical Fact? Am I making these up, or is truth stranger?

This monoprint uses 2 linocut plates, and 2 etching strips over the background of 2 overprinted aquatint background plates. Printed sequentially, with drying time between the background and foreground images. All the prints on White Rives B.F.K.

See you tomorrow.

NH:Artificial InseminationHistory? Factual? Incendiary?  This is an earlier print-uses my favorite fetus linocut. Never knew how useful this plate was going to be. Many of these monoprints deal with feminist issues. Not a big surprise.

See you tomorrow.




NH:Art HistoryCan you imagine this? When I was in college, my primary art text mentioned only 3 women-with pictures of only 2 works. Invisible? More than that. I had to push my way into discussions of technique in the studio. The head of the department wasn’t an overt misogynist- in fact his daughter was an art major in my class. And his wife was a professor of art at the local community college. ( Though that says the world, doesn’t it? ). Then again, I never defined myself by gender. My parents never did. My sister exposed me to feminist thought when I was in high school. AND, I’ve always had a very good opinion of myself. Very Good!

The only reason I was so brave was that I shared classes with several faculty wives who wouldn’t stand for that kind of treatment. And my first faculty advisor believed in me. Isaac Peterson-we shared a Swedish heritage-and he found me naively amusing.

I was told not to bother applying for graduate school. As it stood, it wasn’t a financial or health option at that time for me. Moot.

So grateful to be my age. And to have the courage of my hard won convictions. 

This print is very early-in the first 10? Simple composition.

See you tomorrow.


NH:Apple GreenMy mother, Ruth Anna Loraine- (All the 7 siblings had 3 given names) Johnson Hladik, was a depression era child. She remembered her father painting and repainting the kitchen chairs. Black and Apple green. When I came across this as a factoid, I was delighted. I extrapolated the feminist subtext. That’s my job.

This print contains a smashing little TTM( Trace Transfer monotype),  chine collé of a chair. Water color was used after the ink dried. Before “gluing” the print to the background print with wheat paste, and running it through through the printing press.  Another vocabulary etching plate makes its appearance here. From when there were film cameras. A take-off on family vacation pix. Near the top of this print.

Do something soothing today.


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