Watching that, I thought, “It’s truly beautiful, but, no, it’s not for me!”
Yes, I enjoyed viewing the process. It was very interesting and the final prints were quite beautiful. But, that was the end of my interest, or so I thought.
“Yada Yada Yada…mono-printing!” This was nothing new.
Except wait! What was she doing? She was not using a piece of glass as her template! Hmmm, That’s good, I’ve always seen that rigid base as limiting and stuffy! She pulled out and cut for herself a square piece of flexible plastic sheeting! Flexible Sheeting? Really?
I had only one dilemma. What was that, you ask? Well…..I hated my own marks” What? How can you hate your own marks?
Now, as I was being drawn into mono-printing, what would I do about the hatred of my own marks? Wouldn’t it be glaringly obvious that I was a klutz at this? Oh, Woe is me!
There rested my mark. It was huge, in color, in paint and just sitting there. It looked so beautiful. My excited brain said, “What? Wait, did I make that?” The less impressed voice inside me, said, “Just print it already!” and I did.