I have always found train tracks particularly poignant. They suggest going away or coming home or waiting. Notice the car on the far right from the 1960’s. I was in there, waiting, always waiting; a woman’s life revealed I am proud of two things: the perspective and the abstract patterns. The upside- down V in the sky echoes the waiting platform. A variety of materials included walnut shells in between the tracts, architectural tapes of different sizes, and even clumps of toilet paper for the trees on the left. Behind everything was organza fabric glued to the plate.
Since I came to Massachusetts, I’ve spent a lot of time drawing the juxtaposition of roofs framed against the sky. In this one I wanted to show the sun lit walls and dark roofs. I remember leaning on our car and drawing on the plate. Then I went home and covered the plate with silk organza, always being aware that the amount of glue used on the fabric will affect the values/darks and lights. I enjoyed the sunset over the roofs and I tried to capture that.
A Typical town square where the cows were kept during the 1800’s. The post in the foreground might be from the fence that held them in. I printed this on hand- made paper which I had made, hence it has a bumpy texture – lots of ups and downs. It’s very absorbent paper.
One of my favorite prints! It all started when I fell in love with the reflections of light on the snow. I thought it looked so inviting to have the light from inside to outside. It was a full moon, and the snow on the roof became whiter. I loved the abstract quality of this old home in shadows and struggled to evoke this. A contrast of values defined the mystery of this somber building at night. I wonder if you can see the fugitive figure inside the door on the bottom left – that’s me.