Perfection, I HATE YOU

I have to admit: I didn’t get much studio time this week. 

My kid was home from college so I wanted to hang out with her. Then she went back.

But I still didn't get into the studio. 

I went to the Museum of Printing’s garage sale yesterday with my friend Belle Struck, who is also an artist. I bought some old commercial plates and paper. 

And then did I get to work? Oh no, I spent a ridiculously long Saturday afternoon trying to mat and frame some prints for a show.

If you’ve ever done your own framing, you’ll know it’s a struggle to do it perfectly. I guess I should have paid more attention in 3rd grade math: fractions, measuring, straight, square.

I know there are apps to help. I wish I had the money to just hand it off and have someone else do it. 

No matter how much I slow down and take my time it’s difficult to get perfection.

 Maybe I just have to accept my human touch in all aspects of my work. The Navajo always mis-wove a thread into their blankets because the only ones who were perfect were the gods. 

Here are some sample proofs  of the commercial plates I got yesterday. I think they will make fun postcards and collages.

Contact lenses.

(See better or look better?)

Utica plate.

Baronial paper and other treats.