Kitchen Garden

When I was little, I could always imagine little worlds, towns, houses in all the mundane things around me.  Some rocks by the road could be a troll village.  An old stump could be someone’s home.  Perhaps, when I’m not looking the breakfast table comes alive!  Now that I’m older I try to recapture that way of thinking.  I think something is lost when we stop being able to imagine things in different ways.  And so, my fork has become a sort of elk, a slice of tangerine is the sun and more forks have become trees.


I've been experimenting with different techniques, layering ink, different papers  and in this print I added some watercolour.  I could never do this before with the Speedball inks unless I used oil based ink which was a pain to clean off the plate.  But my Daniel Smith inks are set when dry so I can paint over them.  Yay!