Copper Plates & Prints
Occasionally, I take up a woodblock or a copper plate and do some prints—making use of my husband’s studio, filled to overflowing with all that stuff. I love the graphic media for what they can do so elegantly.
But then I get to looking at the copper plates themselves and how they look against an interesting piece of ceramic-ware—a crackled glaze, maybe a broken and repaired piece of pottery—and I start to see the possibilities of archeology: pot sherds, unearthed fragments of ancient artwork, reassembled and glued up with pieces missing in the Cairo Egyptology Collections.
Or I begin to imagine digging at a Mesopotamian site and being blinded by the beauty of works made by human hands that have been buried for millennia, once again seeing the light of day.
The mind, cut loose, starts to turn up all sorts of ideas within the confines of its brain case as it looks for ways of breaking free—and the wondrous things start happening.
