A Favorite Linocut
I’ve unearthed this old linocut of mine from one of my print drawers. It holds a special place for me because I sent it to my mom way back when, to offer up as a donation for one of several raffle prizes at a “church lady” fund raiser event. The punchline is that the winner of this linocut – which I happen to really like, still – was rejected, frame and all, by the winner of the draw. I remember being pretty offended. Can’t imagine why anyone would turn their nose up to this print.
Looking at this linocut today causes a movie to start playing in my head showing me sitting by the window in a vintage gold rush log cabin in the Yukon, hunched over my slab of linoleum making this drawing and then feverishly gouging the lino. I was very pleased with the residual lines that suggest tension and movement. The ribcage could have been executed better.