{From this bed, with the wings of a bird, I flew to the sea as I slept last night, signed.}
I’d quite forgotten how much I enjoy the signing of a print. It is a full stop to a sentence. (No, perhaps it is more than that.) It is relaxing to me. A row of pencils (traditional 2B with red and black striped markings) at the ready begins the process undertaken with care; there’s little room for error. This is the recent print you are well familiar with now, being signed some weeks past now.
+ Something new to see