I’ve posted a new video tutorial (below) on the process to print this line-style mat board collagraph, Harmony House. Since folks have described challenges finding small pieces of mat board for this method of printmaking, I’ve cut a dozen 5×7 pieces and I’ll mail them (domestic only, please), first come, first served to the fastest askers, with a piece of non-skid (see the video for usage) to get you started. Leave a comment on this post if you’re interested. You can explore the More Info section beneath the video window to access resource links I’ve assembled for varnish, ink & paper.
|Want a pice of mat board & non-skid to make a collagraph?|
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|Fresh from the press: a monochrome version of Harmony House|
|Pulling the print after a trip through the press|
|Inking & wiping the plate|
|Carving line-work into the mat board with my reference photo nearby
(Thanks to TC for the inspirational photo! XO)
Here is a 14 minute video tutorial of the process so you can make one too. Subscribers have asked for a longer, slower video of this process (I usually post 3-6 minutes), so I hope this helps some of you that asked for more details and specifics on the process. If it still feels too fast, remember that you can pause, rewind, take notes, watch it again (and again), and you’re always welcome to leave questions in the comment section of the video. (If you get this post via email or rss, and you don’t see the video window below, you can watch it on youtube here.)
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