Recently, my man-child has been teaching me how to woodcut. For several months now he's been getting stuck in to it, dumpster diving for bits of old wood to use and cutting his hands to bits with old blunt tools. But, he assured me, it's so much better than my lino, you can really see the hand of the artist, and the richness of the grain is, allegedly, the mutt's nuts.
That's him above in my studio, using some of the scraps of wood a dear friend (another one! I know! So many lovely people just give us stuff) had she thought he would like to use. First you have to paint the wood with encre de chine and draw with a white pencil before cutting. His woodcuts were very cool, involving taps, shower heads and spurting water. Mine, well let's just say they involved hares. And trees.
