HT to @ErnestPig for this picture of a pig playing bagpipes to her piglets at Ripon Cathedral. Who can’t get behind a bagpipe-playing pig? Octopus may be smarter but they’ve also got more limbs, so I think the pig wins in the dexterity stakes…
If any proof were needed of their incandescent genius, then this show would stomp all over your doubts…
Eurostar-ed to Amsterdam with @val_littlewood to meet up with Thomas Gravemaker at LetterPress Amsterdam; to spend 5 working days turning the lino-cuts — that Val had painstakingly designed, cut and checked (oh, and my words of course) — into ink on paper.
Here’s the intrepid artist, hard at work and being filmed (unbeknownst to her and I) by Thomas. Excuse the off-camera comments from yours truly; I’m asking questions, not guiding.
Posted by LetterpressAmsterdam on Freitag, 23. Februar 2018
The press is a Vandercook and the paper is Zerkall.
The main printing complete, the book is now waiting for the end papers to be designed and printed and then Val moves onto the work of binding it all together. So, not much to do now (joking).
So, desperate to get hold of a copy (and who wouldn’t be?)?
No apologies for, this once, straying from the True Pig Path™ for this piece of eating delight from the cannily named Porn Burger site as, whilst it’s not actually pork based, it so very, very easily could be…
And it’s just sooooo mouth wateringly, gorgeously, deliciously lovely looking. The author’s managed to restrain himself from diving in and eating this but probably only just for long enough to shoot this and a number of other fantastic photos also.
And I’m still working on my brining. There’s currently some inexpensive brisket in the fridge, bathing in brine & herbs & spices, at Day Seven in the process of becoming salt beef.
[* Also the name of a great band whose work you should sling onto your turntable¹ whilst looking at this post.]
¹ For those of you below a certain age, this references 12″ diameter, black circles of a vinyl material, containing popular music laid down in “grooves” in the vinyl and played on an analogue device, through a needle that bounced up & down on its surface, known as a “gramophone” or (in my case) a Dansette.