Whipping up a batch of Christmas cards. I thought of the part I hand over to another more patient, mature member of my family. It’s the lights, that predictable and most likely avoidable tangle of lights.
I bring you my Christmas print.
I carved this gal, then took her to the studio. She chomped up my ‘good’ brayer – when I inked her up. Dammit!
Banging brights or warm whites.