Running a printing press is my favorite thing. The smells aren’t always so hot, but the sights and sounds can’t be beat. The cacophony of moving machine parts, belts, and springs seems unnaturally able to result in such precision and beauty. There’s something poetic and reckless about each print job. Every one of them at one point feels impossible; the intimidation of the challenge never truly acknowledged until the prints are dry and the press is cleaned. I’ve done it hundreds of times and still I’m thrilled and surprised when the job is not only done, but also looks great.
It’s a weird, ugly-sounding orchestra, and I’m the conductor. I like it so much.
Cranky Pants (L. Gunzel & L. Forgione) coming off the press. July 10-11. CVaMMS, Richmond, VA.