Dirty Hands


I can’t keep my hands clean these days. I’m either covered in acrylic paint or ink. Sometimes it’s both.

Today I took a gel monoprinting class from Elizabeth Woodford down at Artful Dimensions. I learned to use random items (placemats and bubble wrap among others) to create prints. Now the tips of my fingers are blue, and I’m ok with that. But before I could love being messy, I had to realize my art fills a need.

No competing. No judging. Simply creating.

Tonight I’m headed to the Visual Arts Center in Richmond for another letterpress workshop. I want to set type on a card that says, “dwell in possibility.”

Emily D. was pretty smart.