Both the wonders of sleet and the joys of snow. Indoor games are getting old. I’m tired of chasing my own tail.

Right now: it feels like 13 degrees. I’ve got a piercing eye headache. We fixed all the lights in the studio spaces at the Center for Book Arts this week and now I can see everything, including the poor printing I’ve been doing and all the dirt in all the corners, and look at all that clutter. What a fool I’ve been!

It’s going to snow again! I’m going to start growling and chasing my house cats around the apartment. We had a quieter than usual opening last night, which was exactly what I want. People I liked came. Cheese was eaten. No one growled.

I’m out of paper and maybe only half way finished? Maybe less, I’m not sure. It looks pretty though. I might have to go back and print more of certain parts, and I’m not sure about the line breaks, or the pacing, or the colors. Well, some of the colors. Some of them are just ugly. But not this one. This one is pretty.

I have a cold, fruit flies in the kitchen, two cats that hate each other, large amounts of fake leather book cloth to dispose of, and nothing to look forward to other than more January. That’s what January letterpress is made of. I’m moving slowly on my experiment, but at least I’ve gotten to the racy part. (See above.)

On the other hand, it’s not snowing. Perhaps it won’t be snowing on Wednesday either, and you’ll be inspired to come to this:

Everything in Time

January 19, 2011 – April 2, 2011
Organized by Tate Shaw, Director, Visual Studies Workshop

Everything in Time presents prints, installations, videos, conceptual poetry, and bookworks about the experience of an excess of imagery and information. The exhibition includes twenty-six artists with clever approaches to the surplus of information encountered in ordinary life.

Also on view:

Featured Artist Projects:

Guy Laramee: The Great Wall

Mara Adamitz Scrupe: I Own This Land

Opening reception for all three exhibitions Wednesday, January 19th, 6 to 8 pm at the Center for Book Arts.

I’m the opposite of electric blur. I’m fuzzy headed and speechless, but in a good way.

This week I’m working on an exciting new project.

I’ve got an open-ended group of prints going, color runs printed from a group of shapes carved out of linoleum, sort of like a very small alphabet of shapes.

I’m starting with maybe five or six of each shape and then layering something different to each on each successive run.

Then there’s a text that goes on top: a collection of found text, quotes, stolen phrases, loosely organized around eating. The end result with be a short video and a boxed set of prints; I’m thinking the video will be the ‘bound’ version-with the text presented in a set sequence to be read, and then the box of prints can be read in whatever order the viewer wants.

I’m scanning in each progressive state of each print, so that there’s a record of what happens over time to it. I’m also leaving in all the typesetting errors and corrections, so that there’s a record of that process as well.

And other matters.

I have an exciting experiment  in mind for the next two weeks, as well as resting and movie watching. I’m feeling on top of things now that all of my type is distributed. Untangling loose ends, relaxation and a new project are the things to look forward to; the holidays are not, in fact, my favorite time of year, but I’m going to make an effort to enjoy myself this time around.