I forget sometimes how long I've had this blog (despite large gaps of inactivity). It's nice that I can go back and see what I was doing five years ago. It's also painful, at times. It's also fun to remember some moments, like the time my wife accidently stabbed herself with a v-gouge. No, it wasn't funny, but we do laugh about it now.
As I was perusing, I uncovered a print I did back in 2009, I think. Seems like a long time ago now, so much has happened in that time. I'd forgotten about this print, which was done in the tiny 6x4 format I used to use. I had only just begun to understand color, and was still burnishing the prints with a wooden spoon. I remember printing it with spiders falling down around me from the ceiling in my little cave in the back of the basement in Buffalo. Not exactly joyful days, but the print, I think, is happy.