DEPRESSED FIRST YEAR

LINOCUTS.

These pieces are from when I very first started studying art, in 1995 I think (I am not really sure about dates this long ago – this would be in the period when I was still drinking – I am a dry alcoholic since ’98 and can’t remember a DAMNED THING.)
You dig holes in the linoleum with weird tools then run it through a press with pretty colours.
Of course I was not good at this, mostly for the reason that it is important to keep these things CLEAN.
Linoleum was invented in the late 19thc and don’t ask me how I know that I didn’t just google it, I dunno where I learned that either. It was smoother and easier to work with than woodcuts. I think. I have never done a woodcut. Never will, though they make sense if you are a poor bastard monk stuck for an eternity copying out bibles and doing really fancy illumination in the dark ages.
It may have been what I ended up as had I had the misfortune to be born at such a time. Bleh. Gawd. I can see me with a TONSURE. That makes sense.
Tonsures. Weirdos.
1st monk who did it –
“I know I am going to shave a circle into the top of my head, yeah!”
all the other monks – “What a cool idea! Let’s do that too!”

Loonies.
The word “lunatic” comes from some members of the Royal Academy (early scientists then called Natural Philosophers) who would meet every full moon somewhere in the midlands in Englad in the 17thc. Really. Not kidding. The locals started it. Heh.

on paper.

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