printing, pressed.

braying.

and using a brayer.

that's what a chunk of my yesterday was made of.

lots of my voice, loudly calling out expletive profanity

while i brayer'd a bunch of freshly printed lino block arts.

uh-huh.

i got new inks,

and i got big paper,

and i made sure that they're in good working order.

turns out,

they're exactly what i ordered,

and just what the Folk Life order of worthy warrior poets ordered, too.

y'know?

no?

oh.

well,

i needed to get it done,

and i wanted to be sure that i had all the correct stuff to keep it rustic,

and rurally-righteous, and coarse,

without being sh!tty.

it's harder than it sounds, neighbors-

hence all the braying and spraying hot fire spit at the inky mess i made

throughout the counters and floors of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.

the ink gets EVERYwhere,

except the nooks and crannies of a big ol' block of graven imagery.

damn.

what a hard style, 

and what a tremendous amount of ink,

and what a flippin' mess.

of course,

once i had it down,

a system became apparent,

and i do so love myself a sexxxy system of productive processing.

really.

check the spare-space-type teleport:

every room has a carpet of brown kraft paper prints now.

and while i'm waiting for them to dry right out,

i got some harder than i'm used to golden linoleum pads,

and i've been sketching some new hottness to try and excise from the

rectangular surfaces today.

teleport:

^^^this guy.^^^

he's a night wooer.

looking for love in the evening,

and waving to all who happen by in the interim.

ha.

i like folksy art styles,

and i like when the mood strikes me to make some.

i swear a lot,

and i swear even more when i draw a lot.

i guess they go together.

my own spit-hot sh!t-hot soundtrack to my own creative process.

spoken words and written words and scrawled images made into negatives

that are in their turn turned into proof positives....

and hopefully, when that all gets combined with the right proportion of 

spirit and memory, gratitude and generosity, and luck,

i'll have a whole 'nother new block in the next few days.

we'll see how it goes, friends,

but in the meantime,

i've got prints on prints of that coelacanth,

and if you want one,

you need to get in touch.

uh-huh.

i'll breathe easy,

knowing full well not to hold my breath on that one.

i GOT they, though,

and i'm geting busy with this woo dude, too.

arthur-making moves,

and movie checks in the wake-

this is what i want, and what i'm working on;

never quiet, never soft.....