Nick Cave, edition 4/10, 1987
Have I mentioned that I think Nick Cave is some sort of deity? Well, I do. And, apparently, I did.
In an effort to procrastinate and waste time, I spent Sunday evening going though the contents of a box of junk I’ve been carting around for years. I found a bunch of old sketchbooks, journals, and class notes from high school (that was a riot in itself). I also found evidence of my one and only foray into the world of linocuts.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my heart belonged to Mr. Cave even in those days. The print is undated, but I must have done it in 1986/7. Go ahead and laugh, I am! I was such a little Goth Girl, only back then, we called it Death Rock. Cuz, you know, rocks are, um, dead. Or something.
Anyway…
I know I took a quarter of “printmaking” in high school, but for the life of me, I can’t remember doing anything except this pitiful little linocut. We were supposed to do woodcut, linocut, and serigraphy. I still have the extremely cool (and worn full of holes) shirt that Jayne silkscreened for that class, but I didn’t get much accomplished that quarter. By golly, though, I’ve got Nick, and that’s what counts, right?
red paper boat 