A picture of my sweet shop cat Gus to make up for all
the meandering to follow.
I'm working on a
post about the CD packaging I just finished printing and should have it up
soon. Those were quite an adventure, and though they came out well, printing
them was just one mishap after another. I certainly hope to print CDs again,
but will I ever do it this way, using those plates, that ink, and the same
level of ignorance? No, no I will not.
That last point,
the level of ignorance not being the same again, is really resonating with me
today. I’m finding this to be both a frustrating and sort of attractive thing
about my printing experiences recently.
Lately I've been fortunate enough to have lots of projects to print, which is wonderful, don’t
get me wrong, but every time I start one, I seem to realize that I’ve never
done this sort of thing before, and that since I’m working with a deadline
(flexible, yes, but still), there better not be any hiccups. It can be scary.
Usually I have at least one moment of serious despair, where I wish that I
hadn't taken on this job, where I wish that I'd just stuck to printing my own
little cards, and where I'm convinced that this time I won't be able to
complete a project at all.
Earlier this year, it was those 2 sets of wedding invitations. First attempting to print the whole chase area on those save the dates, and then later doing that hand-set invitation and every bit of it was a challenge. More recently it's been the CD packaging. I must admit that I really wished for an invitation to print during certain points of the CD printing since I now know all about printing wedding invitations (ha!), but now of course, there's a new challenge. Early next year, it looks like I'll be printing some posters, and that too will be a whole new ballgame, with me making it up as I go along.
So far however,
I've been lucky, or my perseverance and growing skill(?) have enabled me to
successfully complete each project. Or both. But it feels so rewarding to look
at a completed piece and not only does it look good, it looks right - or well
printed, and to know that I got through that moment (or 5) where it came close
to failure. And that's what is both so awesome and stress-making about this.
Rarely in my professional life do I do anything that's outcome is ever in doubt
or where my actions could cause serious failure. Don't get me wrong, I chose my career based on the fact that I wanted an enjoyable, mostly stress-free,
9-5 work environment, so that I could go home and do my stuff, and that's what
I've got. I like my job but you know, at times it can be...a little monotonous.
I’ve been really working on a plan or at least a series of steps to start
transitioning Gamewell Press into a money-making operation (not big money –
more like buying type from Skyline money), so this has been on my mind lately.
Anyway, it's great
(so far) when I get done and am pleased with the finished product, but the
nerve-wracking middle isn’t wonderful (though the sense of accomplishment is);
nor is the worry that one of these days I’ll have bitten off more than I can
chew and will have to let down a client. So is monotony that bad? Today I’d like to
just have some run of the mill, easy projects, but would I grow tired
down the line of printing the same wedding invitation designs day after day?
Right now that seems like a problem I’d love to have, but do people who are
doing exactly what they’ve wanted to do have that monotony problem? I’m going
to guess that if I had a real printing business, I’d grow tired of the website
or store updating and the accounting, and certainly the press cleaning, but not
the printing. Is that naive?
So yes, I have a
full time non-printing job, and until a few months ago I had another part-time
job as well. I live in New York, which means that although I can read or zone
out on my daily trek to work, it can be a surprisingly long commute (round
trip: 1.5-2 hours, daily) and New York is hard - it's a hard place to live
(this used to be an attraction, but now I’m lazy and getting old). But my point
is that I don’t have that much time for printing. Doing it after work
guarantees a very late night and that no other household duties get done, and
I’m fairly useless the next day as well. Printing all weekend means not seeing
friends that I rarely see anyway and not going to museums and galleries and all
the things that make living in this city worth it. So before this becomes a
rant about how New York and I might not want the same things anymore (hello,
space and reasonable rents!), I’ll just say that if I’m lucky and very well
organized, I get to print twice a week but usually it’s only once a week or so.
Of course, in
addition to the actual printing, there’s all the set-up surrounding it. I need
to find the time to design some ideas I’ve been sketching out, to set the type
and cuts for another couple projects I’ve been thinking about, I really need to
get on with learning to use Photoshop and Illustrator better, so that I can
actually put my plans into action quicker and more effectively. I need to
devote time to blogging and building my website, and I really ought to spend
some time taking better-looking pictures of my work. You add all these up and
where is the time? There really isn’t any, you know?
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips;
Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous
tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
More pragmatic comments to follow later...
Posted by: Richard Polinski | Wednesday, November 04, 2009 at 11:08 PM
Lady, I feel your pain! No matter what kind of art project I'm doing, I have that "middle" time that I call the tortured artist period. I think "why did I say I could do this? I'm terrible at painting/printing/drawing/sewing! This will never turn out! What's wrong with me!" But usually, it turns out fine. I just have to have that moment and power through.
As for the time issue, I hear you there too. We're getting a new 10x15 C&P in a couple of weeks (!!!!) and it's going to be off site in Carrie's family's barn. Which means no more printing for 5 minutes then taking the dog out or hugging my husband. I'll have to drive there and stay there. I keep telling myself (and my husband) that it won't always be this way, it's a means to an end. Meaning I hope to make it a full time gig, and not do my day job. But for now, sheesh! There's hardly time to design anything. On the other hand, my mom is about to have a lot of freetime, and she says she wants to print--What a riot! That would be awesome to employ my mom, right? We'll see.
Anyway, I guess I don't have any actual words of wisdom, I just wanted to say that I'm right where you are. I hear ya!
Posted by: beth (1canoe2) | Thursday, November 05, 2009 at 10:26 AM
So Rich, you and Keats agree that it's cool if I read a novel every once in while? Well, if a great poet recommends it... (There would be a smiley-face emoticon here if I went in for that sort of thing.)
Beth, first of all, thanks for commiserating. It sometimes feels nice to know that we're all waist high in it (or that we'll all die like Keats' lady if I want to take melancholy to a new level!).
Second, wow-wee, a 10x15 C&P. That's so exciting; you're going to love it, even though you have to drive to it! Are you going to document the move on your blog?
Posted by: Maggie | Friday, November 06, 2009 at 12:48 AM
Yep, it's OK to read every once in a while. Just don't start writing sad poems to your cat.
I actually go through the same cycle when printing for others. It has to do both with the deadline and the need, perhaps more so with me than the person the work is for, to get it just right. I know nothing is perfect but I'm still somewhat obsessive about it. When I do it for myself I'm just as fussy but am completely relaxed, though of course still get frustrated at times. Go figure.
Hey, purple! Is your blog acting like a mood ring?
Posted by: Richard Polinski | Tuesday, November 17, 2009 at 08:09 PM