So I just started screen printing again after a 10 year gap (I specialized in it at college).
Aaaah, I had forgotten how satisfying it is to just bang out a bunch of prints in a row. Instant gratification. Screen printing really is the medium of choice for the impatient. In the textiles department at my college, we could choose to specialize in either printing, knitting or weaving. It was so obvious who the printers were. We were the ones with the messy work spaces, lids left off pots of ink, unbrushed hair, and fingers stained.
Of course dealing with messy materials is part of printing, but often the personality of the people in the printing department meant that things were always a bit more disorganized than in the other departments. Of course there were always exceptions, but as a group we were generally impatient, restless and prone to cutting corners (“what do you mean wash my hands, I have more important work to do”).
Today, I printed on my dining table, wearing the apron that I wear when I bake with my daughter. I used spoons from my kitchen for the ink, and washed my screen off in the bath tub. That’s blending art and domesticity for you. I’m totally not set up for this kind of activity here, but that makes it all the more sweeter. I overcame the odds and screen printed today! Who needs a studio? Well, maybe I do. I’ll get there one day.