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Once, I used to do prints…

May 27, 2011

We have to make sure all our stuff is off the floor of the studio by tomorrow and my thesis book is sort of on pause (another exciting post, if I get to it!) so it was a good occasion to do a spring cleaning. It’s taken me all day and quite frankly, if I have the energy, I’d be doing it tomorrow still.

Anyways came across some old prints I’d done back in my Atlanta days.

My grandmother died in 2007 and I had either then or earlier, that summer, found–and essentially stolen, if I can be so frank–some old letters. I say stolen not because any one specifically wanted them but I did take them deliberately without telling anyone; I didn’t want to get into discussions about what I was going to do with them, but I was really moved by them and I wanted them. There were letters between my grandparents and between my parents and my grandparents. I think I returned mine eventually to the main batch after making a mazillion copies and probably some scans. I’m not sure where the main batch now resides.

This is a super early experiment with xerox transfer. I actually think it was probably before Atlanta Printmakers Studio because this is the paper I printed off — it’s horribly mangled. (If I’d had the press, I think it might have been in better condition.) Looking at it now, I bet I got confused with getting the text right because — well you’ll see.

This is the original (what I was printing off of.)

The text at the bottom is wrong-reading, which is correct.

This is the digitally flipped rendition of what the print should look like:

The main text on the bottom is right reading — and it kills me — I’ll translate in a second! — but the text in the background is not right reading.

Actually, I think it’s upside down, so honestly, maybe it’s not a mistake, but some weird thing I was trying out.

The text at the bottom says “Everything is really good.” It’s from a telegram (!!!!) I think my father sent to my grandmother.

Actually I think I prefer the wrong-reading one; just the way her face in that one kills me.


This is a print I did in Atlanta Printmakers Studio Solar Plate workshop. I don’t know solar plate very well, but I thrive in any situation where texture is played up, so it came out sweet anyways. My grandparents, text from letters from him, who was on the front (oh, that’s a Russianism! I mean, the front lines of the war) just superimposed.

The fingerprints all over the it might be why I’ve been moving away from printmaking. I’m pretty good at using my sloppiness WITHIN the work, but it’s such a war keeping it out from the edges. I just have such a hard time with preciousness of any sort.


sofya kremer print

My grandmother with I think my uncle. A telegram from my parents wishing her happy birthday. Kills me.  It’s not entirely sensical that the telegram from my parents added to this photo of my grandmother with my uncle, but whatever. I like this print, but what can I say… again, why I moved away from printmaking. I did nothing — it’s really the original photo and the telegram that are so amazing and beautiful.


My best friend Rachel became a nun (and is now Sr. Maria Panagia) and I made this print in honor off a photo she once told me about and showed me where the veils were flowing beautifully in the wind. This was a test print; I printed it eventually it onto gray fabric (as their habits are gray) and was going to make a notebook for her with it. Like a nice notebook, with hard covers, etc, not the spiral stuff I’m obsessed with. But I never followed through, essentially because the truth is I loathe making hard cover books. I’ve made plus minus 15 and I’ve tried to like it, but it won’t stick. All that glue.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Anna permalink
    May 27, 2011 1:55 pm

    She died in early 2008. Where are these letters?!

  2. Betsy permalink*
    May 27, 2011 1:57 pm

    Right, I’m still on September years. The letters…. there are a bunch of them. Dad’s weird so it was a bit of a thing….

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