This ink wash was done in the Bustard Islands but could have been done anywhere on the east side of the bay.
This is one of the only engravings I’ve done from a photo; it shows my brother watching the rain when we were supposed to be bringing in hay. I was working on it 19 years ago today then I took my daughter trick or treating, got sick and stayed off work for a week. I remember all of this because 1: I thought I’d use that stay at home time to finish the engraving and screwed it up so badly I started over and 2: I quit smoking.
It’s a good thing I dated it, I’d forgotten how long it’d been:-)
As it happens, I have better luck sitting beside rivers drawing than sitting beside rivers fishing. I always end up with a drawing. The evening I drew this was incredibly quiet but for the sound of large hungry fish jumping out of, and splashing back into, the river. Alas, alack, I had no fishing pole, only a sketch pad.
This is a monoprint, not really a print; more like painting with a printing press.
From inside this heavily shaded woods the sunlight pouring through the trees seemed absolutely brilliant. And warm:-)
The ‘black’ is actually violet but looks more naturally black than black ink did; a trick I borrowed from oil painters.