07/03/2026
I fell in love with print this year.
There’s something about the process. It isn’t neat or refined. The lines wobble a little. Ghost marks from previous prints linger underneath. Layers appear where you didn’t quite expect them. Every pull from the plate is slightly different. That’s the quiet magic of printmaking.
At first it feels unnecessary. Why not just paint the thing straight onto the paper or canvas?
But then you lift the plate and there is a softness and a depth. Something unexpected. Something that sings!
These pieces grew out of walks, deep breaths, and small pauses in the day. Coming home and making things has become part of the rhythm of life now. The routine of it.
Showing up whether anyone is watching or not. It feels like true work; the kind you do because you have to.
The process itself feels soothing. Meditative. Like pieces of a puzzle slowly settling into place.
I know I’m not the first person to experiment with print like this. It feels new and fresh to me because each piece is shaped by the choices I make. The placement, the colours, the layers. Blue over green over yellow over pink. Changing the order. Changing the size. Letting colours peek through one another.
Shapes appear and disappear again.
The work is so led by the process, so present in the moment of making, that the final image is always a surprise.
Unexpected.
And beautiful.
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Four new pieces!
-In Passing
-As It Settles
-The Quiet Between
-Slowly Now
Acrylic on canvas
30x30x5cm
🙏
Lena
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