Just returned from the Art League where I was able to give a presentation on my three favorite printmakers, Durer, Rembrandt and Whistler. We had dinner beforehand, then the Art League business, then my presentation. I had enough etched plates of my own to pass around to each table, giving everyone a hands on look. I think they were pleased. Herb, the VP said I should be the next President. I didn't mean to impress to that degree!
A poem I wrote about etching I read at the end:
Between the second acid bite
and the plates tarlatin clean wipe
An image of you came up
into the back regions of a forming thought
Spilling as acid into water
Causing a reaction
Boiling brew
Now you are embossed into my life
Pressed through and through
Mineral Spirits cannot erase my
ink stained impression of you.
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