Like Talking About Yard Work

I said a few posts back that Red (or somebody she knew in art school) had added text about adolescent sexual development to images of underwear (or something of the sort), and I said that I would (mis)appropriate that idea.  Well. . . Anita sent me a couple links to books from the Open Library Online service that have provided me with the appropriate text.  My images are large (this one is 16"x20"), so the text is difficult to use as it is not scanned to be printed this large and I do not yet have all the skills it will take to work with it.  I don't think.  But I've worked all day Sunday (while the sun shined) trying.  I've cut text and moved it to Photoshop and tried everything I know and some I didn't to smooth it out enough to be useful (if you know any tricks, send them to me).  I emailed some images around to friends who were very encouraging to me to continue.  And so I will.  There is already the beginning of a series.  I will go tonight to print one and see if it looks O.K.  If not tonight, at least by mid-week.  The real goal, though, is to print the photo, mount it to a frame, wax it, then transfer the text onto the wax.  In imagination it is really something.

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I went to the studio and made some small transfers--4"x5".  They are pretty.  I printed the photo and then transferred the text, and that worked, too, though it does not look significantly different than the print I made of the image above.  I printed an 8"x10" and attached it to a frame.  I will wax it sometime this week and try transferring the text.  I think it will be just right, but things tend to go wrong, so I will only know when it happens.  On the one hand, it seems that I am only making posters.  But what posters!  My buddy CC wants me to make a small chapbook.  He is right, of course.  An 8"x10" book with 4"x5" images printed only on the right hand page, nothing on the back.  

Enough of that.  Boring.  It is like a bad narrative about clipping the hedges.  But that is what happens when you stay in all day and work on something and do not have human contact.  Tonight, though, I shoot with a model who will either be spectacular or a nightmare.  Either way, maybe there will be a story.  

To make up for such paltry writing, here is a song by "The Clique" from 1969.  "REM" covered it in 1986.