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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-
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Well, where to start? I wanted to put down all in one place, with an easy to access link, what has been happening to me. Yes, these are horrible pictures, but I felt like sharing. This is me in 1994-post surgery by a few weeks.
Start from today? or the beginning? Let’s go chrono. I developed an auto-immune disorder in childhood-Crohn’s disease-which affects the digestive tract, etc., ad nauseum…LOL!!
I have had this condition for over 45 years. While I was able to get a college degree, I was never healthy enough/hirable enough to hold a job. In America, you must pay into the system to get services. I haven’t been well enough as an adult to meet those requirements.
I received Medicaid health care at one point, because I was indigent. By that point, I was near death from an obstructed bowel and massively infected. I was in the hospital for over 6 weeks , weighed 89 lbs on a 5 foot 9 inch frame, and eventually had 2 bowel resection surgeries. Because I had a pre-existing condition, and was uninsurable. See pictures.
When I got married, later in life, (46!!!), I lost that government help, because my husband was employed. Fair enough!
Since then, my husband and I have both had ill health, including my husband’s cancer diagnosis. He has recovered. We are grateful. Our medical expenses have been costly all our 10 years of marriage.
Ironically, because of health care reform, my husband has lost employment-he was in the health insurance underwriting business. I am now insurable. If the money can be found. I can get the care and medicine I need, if the money can be found. I have the privilege, if not the funds. Beyond ironic. More Kafkaesque.
So, at this point, though still with a qualifying condition, I can’t get help. We still don’t qualify for government benefits, because my husband works. Looking more for a decent job than a handout. He’s like that. He’s also a veteran. An officer. Which I think should count for something.
That’s why you will see some posts from me, if you know me, asking for help. I have sites where I am selling my artwork. There is an Ebay site where my artist friends/colleagues are donating their art to benefit me. I also have a special IRS donation account set up that can only be used to pay medical bills. If you know me ask me about this. Otherwise, just pray. I just wanted to share this.
And the last straw? We have health insurance through my husband’s job. Blue Cross Blue Shield of Illinois. Which, in a classic, “we can get away with anything”, move, changed our policy benefits. Now, instead of having to come up with so much “out-of pocket” expenses-decided to more than triple those costs. We have no recourse.
I’m sure those executives had a good laugh. When Obama closed one door on their profiteering, they found an unregulated window to offset those losses. A special place in hell? But soon enough to prevent the suffering and certain death this will cause others? Plus ca change…
Got the picture?
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.
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Well. 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.
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 Met–ropolitan Opera in New York; brought to you by Tex-aco…”). And Saturday was baking day.
I’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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A 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!
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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.