I spent a couple of hours Monday night and Tuesday morning transferring a pencil drawing to a linoleum block — AND! — I began to ink it. And you know what? I forgot to flip the tracing paper before the transfer because *derp!!* a print matrix is always in reverse. I knew that. Dammit.
So, I then spent more time yesterday transferring the drawing — correct side up — to a fresh block. Took almost two hours. Only to lift up the tracing paper and the sheet of Saral graphite tracing paper underneath it to see... NOTHING! Dammit. I had the Saral paper facing the wrong side; not a single graphite mark transferred to the linoleum.
See title of the blog entry: I had nothing on George Costanza in that moment yesterday. So, I counted to ten, walked around a bit. Pet the dogs. Did some laundry. Got some tea. Sat down and traced it... again.
On the plus side: since I've now redrawn it twice, I now have two further refinements to the original sketch with thicker, more dynamic lines and a simplified approach that's really superior to what I started with. On the downside, my brain hurts. That is all.
I hope... Needs to be done by Nov. 5th. Zoiks!
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