When I first discovered letterpress, I had no idea the kind of impact it would ultimately make on my life. But the first time I pulled a poster off of a Vandercook SP20, I felt like I discovered something about myself as well. I spent a lot of time bouncing around between artistic mediums, and having trouble taking myself seriously as an artist as a result. Finding letterpress and knowing that I finally understood my medium was <what was it? lol>

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There’s something about letterpress that just lights up my soul. I love the tactile-ness of it, how real it is. After years in software, I love working on something I can touch and smell, something I can physically hand to someone else and say “I made this.” I love the resourcefulness of it. I love figuring out the puzzle of how to make a print look a certain way given the tools I have access to, and adapting if I can’t get it to look the way I want. Some of my best work has been born out of that sort of adaptation, throwing away an idea that doesn’t work and incorporating what I’ve done so far into a new design. I love the history of it too. I love thinking about the legacy of all the printmakers who have come before me throughout history, all the hands who have used the same tools as my hands. I love the feeling of making something new from something old, of keeping something about the past alive.