woodcuts from the Wood at Froggatt Edge - work in progress.

I was thinking about a rock that managed to maintain its existence by hovering. There are such moments of fantastic clarity when one is allowed to "dream with one's eyes open". Etching and aquatint.

These woodcuts are part of a current project on The Stations of the Cross. It's not possible to capture the delicate nature of the marks by scanning the prints but you get a rough idea I think.

http://vimeo.com/3092877 Anita Fontaine

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Steven Connor is a thinking man. One of his most recent books is a History of Flies in poetry.

Art is dreaming with your eyes open
Philip Guston

Three of the photographs I took with my Blackberry whilst driving back and forth across

the Penines during the winter. The art of chance once more. With an outstretched hand to my left (mostly) I "snapped" at random when it was safe to do so. Sometimes when it wasn't such a wise thing to do. Perhaps these are the better photographs - the unwise ones! I shall never know.

Here are the two plates inked up and the subsequent print from one of them. I'm tempted to leave them alone but then again - printmaking is a very organic process and prompts one to tinker with the subject in question until it makes its own mark in the world.