I’m not going to try and tell you that my work is profound, that it’s genius, that it’s going to remake the way you see the world. Printmaking is an uncomfortable place to live: the process is long, and if you’re not a printmaker, extremely tedious. It’s dangerous, involving as it does both acid, extremely sharp tools, and a pleasing variety of poisonous chemicals. It’s also stuck in the uncomfortable position of being neither exactly art nor quite craft. It exists in a no-man’s-land between the two, where almost nobody bothers with it anymore. But I believe - no, I know - that patient labor and love of the inward and outward landscape come together in my work to create images of beauty, pictures that are eminently worth looking at.