Okay I’m not going to take up drawing and/or printmaking pretty much ever again (excepting the Sketchbook Project this year) but here’s a few that I actually kept because I didn’t hate them.
These are a pair of ink drawings. I was fascinated with Victorian portraiture, chemical symbols and repetition at the time (and was for aaaaaaages)
These happy little fellas were practise for other stuff. Ink again. Pretty but boring.
Part of a series of old house interiors.
One of the few lino cuts I ever, ever liked. Photographed smoke patterns from the early days of photograpy.
Print making is so much hard work for an uncertain result, so time consuming and sometimes full of pretty dodgy chemicals. I just didn’t love it like I love painting, and by 2nd year of Uni, drawing was becoming a chore as well.