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Registering a Transferprint (Or how I came to realize the true sisterhood of calligraphy and printmaking.)

October 25, 2011 by Iskra Leave a Comment

This summer I did a lot of experiments with mounting transferprints on panels and sealing them with with every varnish, glaze and UV protectant ever invented. And in the end, wondering why I was trying to make paper be something other than what it is, I’ve gone back to tradition: the print floating in a pristine field of luscious, deckled rag white.

I realize why I had avoided it. It’s ridiculously difficult! The Arches is soaking wet with gel alcohol, the plate is flimsy and wants to buckle, and it is ready to deliver ink the second it touches down. You can’t hinge the plate to the paper because usually it is smaller than the paper, and tape will tear the surface anyway. I recalled from my other life as a calligrapher that one cannot do the character for Mujo perfectly without doing several thousand imperfect ones and throwing them away. And one can’t load the brush without ink, which must be ground, and then one must meticulously prepare the workspace with felt and weights so the fragile ricepaper does not fly away. All this preparation may take an hour. And without it, torn and blotted paper, ink that dries to pale whispers, and a profound sense of being out-of-groove.

Tools Of Zen Calligraphy
Tools of Zen Calligraphy © Iskra Johnson

Printmaking groove requires the same precision and attention. Several years ago I visited Stephen Hazel at his Studio Blu, and the laboratory glare of perfection made me gasp. I don’t think there was dust anywhere in his zipcode. Thank you Stephen, for reminding me of the importance of order. Process = product.

To deal with the problem of the plates being smaller than the paper I bought large sheets of frosted mylar, which I hinged to my drafting table (which I covered with large sheet of plex.) I then drew various grids on the frosted side so I could position the plates, face up, to flop into correct position with even borders. I made an egregious technical error on one set-up, which was to place the plate on the frosted side, so the frosted mylar came into contact with the gel alcohol. The finish comes off over time and leaves a strange matte residue on the paper. 

Hinging solves a lot of problems but not all. The deckle of a full sheet allows for some out-of-square possibilites, and I have to be very careful about how the paper lines up along the edge of the carrier sheet. The only tape I found that could reliably hold the hinge without going out of square after awhile was blue painter’s tape. Masking tape peels off the plexiglass and acetate too easily. And then…there is dirt. Hairs from the brush. Eyelashes, flywings, whatever can fall on that damp border of white paper will. I believe this is why the word “edition” means “pain” in certain languages, just as “danger” is supposed to equal “opportunity” at least according to those t-shirts at duty-free shops in Tokyo. Below, a finished print on the left, lined up to register with hinged plate on mylar on the right. *This was a quick photo and the finished print is placed upside down. It should mirror the plate.

Transfer-Print-Registration

Here is the first print done this way, not perfectly even borders, but getting close:


© Iskra Johnson, “Ode to StudioBlu”

Filed Under: Transfer Prints Tagged With: how printmaking is like calligraphy, how to make a transfer print, How to register a transferprint, printing without a press, registration without a press, Stephen Hazel StudioBlu

Returning to Zen Practice: A Devotional Piece

October 23, 2011 by Iskra Leave a Comment

This autumn I began practicing with a zen group new to me, the Blue Heron Zendo. I have been sitting in the Vipassana tradition for many years, but my roots are in zen. The black cushion, the tatami mats, the kosaku, the grinding of ink into the wee hours to fill baskets with rice paper covered in the Heart Sutra, I had left this but it had not left me. And so I found myself one Tuesday night at the top of a three story house in a formal temple dumbstruck by the most beautiful bell I have ever heard. Followed by bowing and chanting and inwardly objecting to chanting (which I long ago took a position against, after all I want to talk and with chanting you can hardly get a word in edgewise.) Two hours of walking, chanting, staring at the wall.

Clear mind, clear mind, don’t know.

The heart sutra’s bleak-but-not refrains of no-thing-ness, and images involuntary offering the balm of metaphor. Blessed metaphor: where is the sutra to you/for you? — or must I look to the German sangha, to Rilke and the tormeted but ecstatic Europeans for that? “A Metaphor is a dangerous thing. A single metaphor can give birth to love.”* 

This practice changes you.

Buddha-in-Stone transfer print
Transfer Print on Arches 88, © Iskra Johnson

* Milan Kundera, a Czechoslovakian zen master of literature.

Filed Under: Transfer Prints Tagged With: and images involuntary offering the balm of metaphor. Blessed metaphor: where is the sutra to you/for you? Or must I look to the German sangha, Chanting, staring at the wall. The heart sutra's bleak-but-not refrains of no-thing-ness, to Rilke for that?, walking

Postcards from the Edge

September 29, 2011 by Iskra Leave a Comment

The Artist Trust EDGE program was an extraordinary week. Fifteen dedicated artists of diverse mediums, and a roster of fine business coaches, curators and time management gurus together at Fort Worden in Port Townsend. We had spectacular weather. I will be processing this experience for many months to come, but here are a few photographs I took during the week that give you a sense of the place. I have enough material for a year of prints.

FortWordenTheDock

I’ll admit working on an “artist statement” intermittently and obsessively for seven days at first seemed like an exercise in self absorbtion and folly. Especially as I had no computer and wrote the thing by hand — how I missed playing the piano of the keyboard! But on the last morning as I set out to shoot, everything suddenly came together and made sense. I feel like I really know why I am doing what I am doing as an artist, perhaps for the first time.  

TheFort

Window

The-Guys

 

Filed Under: Photography, Uncategorized Tagged With: Artist Trust, Artist trust edge program, Fort Worden, photographs of Fort Worden, Port Townsend art retreat

EDGE Artists presentations at The Project Room Friday October 7

September 29, 2011 by Iskra Leave a Comment

I hope you will join me and the other recent graduates of the 2011 Artist Trust EDGE Professional Development at a presentation Friday October 7th. I’m very curious to see what The Project Room is all about. Many new spaces are opening up around Seattle, and this one looks very interesting.

EdgeProgramEventAnnouncement

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: artist professional development programs, Artist trust edge program, EDGE graduates talk, The Project Room

Is Paper Back? Drawing Shows at Vermillion and G. Gibson

September 25, 2011 by Iskra Leave a Comment

I have a friend who can fix or make anything, including building a house or a motorcycle from "scratch" as Betty Crocker might say. As an added bonus he has an indelible instinct for good taste versus cheeziness and he really knows art. Yesterday he came over to help me figure out something about paper. Paper has been keeping me up at night. What is its nature? When will it return? Why did it go out of vogue? Should you glue it to a board and turn it into decoupage? Should you frame it behind glass? What about the apparently thousands of people who gallerists now claim "don't want glass in their house?" These people live where the sun shines, and with global warming, excuse me, climate change, this could end up being ninety-nine percent of the people in the world except for those under three feet of water. These people, these sunshine people, have requested oil paintings or things that look like oil paintings, on canvas or panel.

Paper is delicate, and paper is not forever. It doesn't like raking southern light. It doesn't like bugs, or humidity or dents from the vacuum cleaner handle. This is why picture framing was invented. "Think about those French chickens under glass," my friend said, "what was that dish called? It arrived under a dome and you knew it was special, and valuable." "And it had no flies," I added. We proceeded to line up every kind of hinging tape ever invented and figure out the best way for a person with absolutely zero crafting ability (myself) to attach a piece of paper to a piece of mattboard so it is straight and doesn't fall off. 

With that figured out I went downtown to look at some Art on Paper. "Over and Over: A Small Survey of Obsessive Drawing" is currently showing at Vermillion through October 8.  Notably, several of the artists left the frame off completely and tacked the paper to the wall, bypassing presentation anguish but perhaps substituting that of the errant wine glass, lipstick kisses or studded jacket on opening night. I was particularly taken with the work of Patrick Kelly. His "Carbon Traces" are nearly sculptural, with dense and pressurized strokes of graphite forming refractive swirls that appear dimension and metallic, and they benefit hugely from being seen without glass.  I found myself mesmerized by the surface ambiguity and lyrical patterning of Amanda Manitach's pencil drawings. They take me to a parlour on a gray day; the air is soft, perhaps rain has just fallen, and innocuous but scandalous poetry is being read offstage. Perusing Manitach's website I can see that here is a mind thinking in limitless media and layers of investigation. I want to keep up with this intriguing artist and see what she'll do next.

In Pioneer Square I visited G. Gibson. Here, in Justin Gibbens' astonishing ink drawings I found my chicken under glass, but with insects included. I am a true Arachnophobe, and so it is good that I didn't allow myself to identify what I saw until just now, reviewing his work online. I got lost in the beauty of his meticulous draftsmanship, which is a rare blend of scientific illustration and Chinese painting.  You will see wolves here, and falcons, and pelicans, but everything is not quite right. You will have to go yourself to see what it is I'm not telling you. I was so convinced it was "real" (as in an expedition notebook documenting the species of the New World), that I didn't realize until I came home that it can't be. His framing is brilliant, and the match between the specimen-box simplicity of some, the Victorian filigree of others, and the drawings themselves is striking and original.

I came home inspired and breathing happy: paper is back.

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The photography show opening Friday, October 9th a The photography show opening Friday, October 9th at Slip Gallery is curated by my friend and fellow photographer, Scott Wipperman. This seemed like a good time to share his work and the story of our friendship on the road. Half the photographs are his and half are mine. This is an excerpt, and you can read the rest of it on my blog, see link tree in bio:

One of the rarest gifts in the life of an artist is finding a creative muse: someone who truly sees your work, and better yet, has a similar vision that is just enough different that you can collaborate without competing. In the often solitary studio life these connections can be difficult to find, but during pandemic, Instagram brought a new creative companion into my life. I do not know who started following who first. But in May 2020 I found myself sharing instant messages with a photographer working under the name “Concrete spaces“— a handle that immediately piqued my interest. Concrete has been one of my obsessions for years. Miraculously, there was someone out there who understood why I was working on a book called Parking Lot Floors Of North America. . .

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Iskra Johnson

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©️Iskra Johnson

©️Scott Wippermann

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I am excited to be part of a show opening Friday, I am excited to be part of a show opening Friday, October 9th featuring eight Seattle  photographers and curated by Scott Wipperman @concretespaces at Slip Gallery. The theme of this show is complex and interesting: Intimate Structures. How the human body and human emotions connect with the built environment. And how the structures in our environment shape our lives, our relationships, and our possibilities. I will be showing industrial landscape as well as six pieces from the series “Immersions” based on tableaus of human relationship captured at Seattle’s waterlines. A diving platform is a stage, and the summer season a riveting drama of ever-shifting players. Most of these pieces have not been shown before.

I’m fascinated by the work of the seven other photographers, each one approaching the theme of the show from a completely different perspective, using both traditional photography and contemporary experimental techniques. Alienation, sublimation, meditation, connection:
Annie Regerson
Dimitri Wessendorf
Gillian Peckham
Iskra Johnson
Janis Mathieson
Mack Greene
Nina Bolger
Scott Wipperman
I hope to see you there!

The runs until the end of October. 
Thursday – Friday: 1:00 PM – 6:00 PM
Saturday – Sunday: 1:00 PM – 4:00 PM

Slip Gallery
2301 First Avenue in Belltown

Two Divers ©️Iskra Johnson

Guardian ©️Iskra Johnson
Morning Pages: Doors The first thing I saw when I Morning Pages: Doors

The first thing I saw when I woke up this morning was shadows on a door. Last night, I dreamt of an old building, one I have visited in dreams for years. It is a co-op apartment in some imaginary Canadian city, on a long steep hill above which are what appear to be the Swiss Alps. It was built in the early 1900’s and has grand staircases and balconies, huge rooms, bronze doorknobs and leaded glass windows. In my dreams, I interview with the board, I make an offer and I even buy an apartment— and then suddenly the door of my new home opens into a parking lot or a garage or someone else’s basement and I wake up and check my bank account, mystified by the power of this particular place, and how opening a door universally signals a new chapter in the story. 

Doors and windows are the most metaphoric parts of architecture. 100 years ago builders understood the attention they deserved. Now I live in a city where we have torn down historic churches, dumped the stained glass into a landfill and replaced these devotional structures with stacked box apartment complexes covered with Hardie Plank. I’m watching million dollar houses go up in my neighborhood with the cheapest vinyl windows from Home Depot, no eaves and often no roof— simply a flat lid to seal the box — and no trim at all. It is architecture as expedience, and it degrades the experience of how we see and experience the commons, and our human values, because, as Churchill noted, “We shape our buildings and afterward our buildings shape us.” 

We don’t look twice at these new houses, whereas I can look at this particular building somewhere in England for hours. Whoever built this wall took great care. They used the art of subtraction to add rather than to diminish. The vast flat wall of stone, the curved lintels, make the windows and doors speak. The doors and windows are not grand, but curiously condensed. They are portals through which one must squeeze with effort, which makes a person pause, and wonder. Later, they may find themselves dreaming of what is behind the walls.
Westminster Mall deconstruction project. I had to Westminster Mall deconstruction project. I had to go to the Department of Licensing this morning and stand in line and it gave me an opportunity to watch the Sears building come down. Sears was the last place left in the Seattle area where you could buy a vacuum cleaner from a man wearing creased polyester slacks, a tucked in shirt and an engraved name badge making a commission on the number of vacuum cleaner bags you bought to go with the Electrolux. I fondly remember my conversations about uprights versus canisters. This building is where I bought a snowsuit for a child that just barely fit me the day we had the epic snow and I was caught unprepared. I walked a mile on ice to get to Sears and then left looking like a nine year-old robot trying to get my knees to bend and move swaddled in 4 inches of poly blend padding. But I was warm! I doubt that anything that goes up this year in the Westminster Mall will last as long as Sears did. And there will be no catalogue unless I create one.
Excited tonight for the opening of Art and Steel a Excited tonight for the opening of Art and Steel at Youngstown Cultural Center! This is primarily a painting show from the Plein Air Watercolorists Association of Seattle (although I don’t think any of us were actually painting inside the mill on our tour!) I have been included as a photographer and mixed media artist, see last image in carousel, “Glide.” 

An exhibition of paintings telling the story of steel fabrication at NUCOR mill, hosted by Delridge Neighborhood Dev Association.

Friday, September 18 | 6:30 PM - 9:00 PM
Join us for a special evening celebrating art, industry, and community.

This exhibition features original paintings that tell the story of steel fabrication at the NUCOR Mill, presented by the Delridge Neighborhood Development Association (DNDA).
The evening will include a panel discussion, light refreshments, and an opportunity to learn more about the intersection of art, labor, and local history.

All donations made during the event will be matched and directed to DNDA’s Art Education Programs, helping support creative opportunities in our community.
Friday was my birthday. 9.11 is a day of remembran Friday was my birthday. 9.11 is a day of remembrance and national tragedy, and it seems bizarre to claim some kind of importance for having been being born on that day in the context of the event. 

Several days after, I allow myself reflection on the passage of time. This is me 15 years ago, with my Canon Powershot, which offers an astonishing naive pre-Cabrian 6 Mb image. It was much more kind than today's 24 MP iPhone, which not only captures the older me but turns that version into a character from Shakespeare with hi-def Bertrand Russel thought lines above my eyebrows and unforgiving evidence of allergies and time. 

On reflection I realize that 2011 was a very good year. I am going to allow myself to be that person for the month, and remember what that was like. The love of my life from the 8th grade had come to stay with me that summer. He took terrible photos of me that I now realize were not so bad. 99% of of the corrosive social media influences had not been invented yet. Women over whatever age was deemed desirable were not subjected to an ad every minute telling us that a new part of our face or body had gone south, and offering us a (discounted! on sale! watch the entire 30 minute video!!) $165 remedy on a monthly subscription to fix it. 

Now every day I look at the thinking and brooding lines above my eyebrows (which are also the lines caused by considering how funny some things can be even when crying) and ask myself what Bertrand Russel would say. If you are too young to know that name, AI is your ever-friend and will tell you how you too can become a "towering British philosopher, logician, mathematician, and social critic" and also how to fix those lines that come from considering things with your face. 

I think my romance with the iPhone is coming to a partial close. I want to go back to the idea of “glass.” It costs serious wages. It is made by Germans— Lately, (subtract the umlaut) Sony, the wizards of sand and heat and bending light to high high focus. I need to return to optics, f-stop, aperture, focal length— words that require frowning. 61 megapixels seems like the bare minimum. There is no cosmetic cure to being a lens-based artist:))

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