my hand printing is complete for the hand printed fabric swap. but I can see, from where I am standing, this is the beginning of a long road; not the end. it is undeniable. there is great joy in making your own prints on fabric and there will be more of it in my future. the design, the idea, the execution…the whole thing is wonderful. I remember reading once that the eye is drawn to a slight amount of imperfection because just a bit of imperfection expresses something that perfection cannot and that thing that is expressed…that thing is the joy of making.
the imperfection inherent in a hand printed item (a smudge here, a less than perfect ink transfer there) is a message sent from maker to recipient saying…”this little bit right here. that one. that is when I was joyfully making. and now, you have that joy, it’s for you.” it makes me so happy to literally ship that off into the world (the US, New Zealand, Australia and the UK, to be exact). I had so much fun making different kinds of stamps and trying them out. I have to admit a fondness for hand stamping on linen but I also liked it on pure white cotton, too. in fact, I had so much fun hand printing that I started hand printing white fabric paint on little remnants of linen I had in my stash and I turned those remnants into cd cases to house a playlist of my favorite songs. those song are, right now, destined for some of my dear, faraway friends. I ran out of linen.
and that is how the last of my own linen filled with my favorite music was shipped out into the world from Los Angeles to Malta. not a bad adventure for the beginnings of a humble hand-printing journey.