First thinking friends were coming to print because…it is open. Printer’s want to print.

Will it happen?? Yes. And then it does.

After all this time, coming back after 19 months to meet again, only in a completely different building, with no idea how it’s going to be…

And I won’t even get into it. It seems like my angst, my anger, my worries can’t be shaken. And I don’t know what the rest are feeling. My thoughts and fears and my dashed hopes get in the way of seeing the way forward. And I am supposed to lead.

Today’s realization: What we are doing together, even if it’s just three people printing, is what it is all about. Sharing a bit of golden yellow ink today, dipping my brush into your stash of colors, and you at the press pulling your wild bright print. And the knowing the other person is on vacation, at the beach–and knowing that’s great too.

We are three.

That’s strange I didn’t see it. Even if this experiment of a community of printmakers is a failure, it can’t be–because we have been linked. And we are still linked. We are together.