What I did
Friday Feb 3:
[1.5 hr] Doing layout test prints on Rives BFK, Rives Heavyweight, and Rives Lightweight papers.
[1 hr] Finalized fishfly woodblock design
Saturday Feb 4:
[3 hrs] carving and proofing images, testing papers when folded and printed on
Sunday Feb 5:
[2hrs] test layout printing, more carving
Monday Feb 6:
[2hrs] revised layout and printing to show for critique. Decision on Rives Lightweight.
Tuesday Feb 7:
[.25 hr] critique
[2hrs]
Re organizing poetry, trying to consolidate it. Doing pagination for the next three books (I think I want to do four sections for the docks).
We built things
The boat floating at the ramp
bones and glass float
Beautiful panfish
iridescence scales
reminiscent of the blood they draw with their sharp backfins
the time Joey locked the keys in the aerostar
trailer half way in the water
The marina was full of assholes
can't use the phone, can't use the bathroom
a three year old and an eight year old
one crying the other yelling at their honest mistake
Dad had to walk us to a pub it was called the silly goose inn
it sat on the gravel beside the water beds and cat tails
by this time it was evening
and too late to fish
the worms all died in the heat of the car
suffocating, smelled of dirt
Fermi II in the distance, right over the docked vessels
Swans
usually seen alone
find their other halves
The sun is a father
the kids that jump from the overpass into the water
are safe because of him
he protects all of the inhabitants here
Rickety old boards of wood and life
I know lake Erie because
I grew up here like
the fishflies that covered the entire parking lot that year
the truck crunched with the weight of the boat
and I sat in the back seat
Uncle Gene and Dad smelled like sweat, beer, cigarettes
and it was the only time I was ever there at night
[1.5 hrs] Book arts class sit in
Wednesday Feb 8
[1hr] Working on pagination
Discussion in Slavic Class about Russian futurist book arts.
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| Burljuk, Burljuk, and Kamenskij Tango with Cows 1914 |
Tango With Cows (poem)
Life is shorter than the squeal of a sparrow.
Like a dog, regardless, sailing
on an ice floe down the river in spring?
With tinned mirth
we look at our destiny.
We - the discoverers of countries -
conquerors of the air -
kings of orange groves
and cattle.
Perhaps we will drink
a glass of wine
to the health of the comets,
expiring diamond blood.
Or better still – we’ll get a record player.
Well, to hell with you! -
hornless and ironed!
I want one - to dance one
tango with cows
and to build bridges -
from the tears
of bovine jealousy
to the tears
of crimson girls.
Thursday Feb 9:
[2 hrs] working on pagination, and sketching. This was a very distracting day due to the career expo so I didn't get as much done as I had anticipated.
[1hr] Visiting printmaking artist Dennis O'Neil. Watched a demo and saw some techniques that were very inspiring.
Friday Feb 10: [-] Finish posting, work
What I discovered
I feel like I'm on a good track for what I need to do next. However, during the career expo everyone I spoke to said I should really get into packaging design. D: Now I feel like this project is a full 180 from the original packaging when it's not. I hope the slipcase can portray some of those skills in my final.
To do next
Finalize pagination with prospective imagery! Plan for what to show for postcards. Scan fishfly print to make layout process easier.