(August 8-14, 2012) Lila left town to visit her family, and I have been tasked with finishing more LION posters for the theater’s upcoming Fall tour. With the help of Nikki, a theatre intern who has a strong interest in Letterpress, and a good eye for mixing the right colors, we printed a good number of posters on two different kinds of papers.
Hey Nikki, if we can make yellow pigment from the goldenrods, we’ll always have the perfect shade of golden yellow for the Possibilitarian Lion, wouldn’t we?
and and which color should we use for ‘2012’?
Aha! RED it is! No sooner had the ink dried on the posters than they were soon seen flying off the shelves of the museum! This made room for other indulgences, so Nikki and I decided we can have a morning print fest with the children of the puppeteers, and show them how to print little cloth patches to replenish the museum’s supply.
According to Lila’s suggestion, the morning print fest went something like this…
Oh WIND! How you sweep the LIGHT with a BROOM, making TIME FLY!
Shoo, FLY! Shut the TV and walk through the DOOR.
“Cheep Cheep,” said the BIRD with blue feet.
Hurry, Bird! Don’t let the COMET get you! Fly, BIRD, fly away!!!
STAR lights up TREE and I see a SHIRT with white buttons! Nice to see them all lined UP! Yes, Indeed!
The morning printfest was a lot of fun, and it was great to spend the day being spontaneous! The children were wonderful, and they really got into hand printing with different colors. A great little pocket of time produced a good stock of colorful patches! Some of us were even optimistic about coming back to print again in the afternoon. But Alas, the great outdoors beckoned!…
It said: “lay down on top of the grassy field near the pine forest and watch the sun move across God’s creation. “ So I did, obligingly, and with much haste, but after green stubble and pine needles kept piercing my back, I scrambled to the kitchen, asked the cook for some used grain sacks, painted them, and wove myself a sleeping mat.
When I finished, I thought– WHOA! What in the —
Heyyyy, WHY NOT SELL IT IN THE CHEAP ART STORE ???
So I made a tag for it, and hung it up inside the old schoolbus, and shortly after,
I forgot all about the green stubble or my achy back…
All I could think of was how exhausted my hands were from weaving;
I spent the next day biking and sleeping on wooden benches.
