Black and Still

Slipware Harvest Jug, mono print

Tonight the moon is just a tiny slither of itself, the air is as still as still can be and bitterly cold, there are stars but still it’s almost pitch dark. I stood out there, alone, just standing, it is so black and still and intensely quiet, it feels as if the world could if it chose to, listen and hear your inner most thoughts.

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9 Responses to Black and Still

  1. What a beautiful print, Hannah.

  2. Alex says:

    now that is a superb drawing Hannah.

  3. meredith@whynot says:

    the print and words are very moving.

  4. Daniel Finnegan says:


  5. karen nakakihara says:

    Lovely print.

  6. Peter says:

    I love the monoprint Hannah. Amazing how beautiful shades of grey can be! Good to look back through your last few posts and catch up again. You will have enjoyed exploring printmaking, it is a wonderful art that I keep meaning to do again. My etching press sits here mournfully and is occasionally asked to serve as a slab roller!

  7. Dave Patrick says:

    Did you do that card? That’s really nice!

  8. Hannah says:

    Thank you all. I have indeed been enjoying the print making. Peter, I am tickled that your etching press rolls slabs, going to try my slab roller doing the opposite this week all being well.
    Dave, yes that’s my print.

  9. Peter says:

    These etching presses and slab rollers are exploring different roles… (that’s terrible, but it is first thing in the morning!) Anyway the most ambitious task that my etching press has tackled thus far has been crushing schist rock… I once made some stoneware glazes using Central Otago schist as a major ingredient, and discovered that the rock would become easily crushable if it was fired to 700 degrees C in the electric kiln. It was possible to slowly break that down into a fine powder in a mortar and pestle, but I hit on the idea of putting the rock fragments between two layers of canvas, and very carefully winding it through the press. Emitting crunchy munchy sounds, the whole lot yielded a fine powder in no time at all! Wonderful!

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