I’m doing a couple of prints inspired by the Welsh Miner’s Wives in the strikes of 1984-1985. I’ve finalised the content for the linocut and today transferred the drawing and text – backwards – onto a 30×30 cms block of soft grey hessian-backed lino. I sharpened my tools (Flexcut) on the leather slip strop and the little blades glided through the lino like a hot knife through butter, releasing that unmistakeable smell of linseed oil. That’s one of the things I really enjoy about making art, it’s so tactile, it arouses many senses.
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