One night in 1990 I awoke from a deep sleep knowing I needed to set free–release–my primicons. Primitive icons. This need to create had a life of its own. I started with rebar wire and paper mache. Added wood chips to the mix–and paint. Later covered the wire with muslin. Anything that would hold shape. I worked late into the nights. My kitchen was no longer a place for meal preparation so much as an abode for these guys. Years later when my dad gifted me a pile of rusted corrugated industrial roofing and an acetylene torch, their shape and stature grew.
I don’t know where these entities come from–or why. But they’re still demanding “air time.” And that is the dilemma I’m facing with eco printing.
I love what I consider to be the magic of eco printing. Love the surprises. The constant barrage of “what ifs?” Love trying to understand why the various elements act and react as they do. So there’s all of this. And now I find myself moving into a different phase with the process. Moving towards the things inside me–the ubiquitous primicons –that want out.
Primicons are the expressions that come out of me. In truth, there are other forms I would like to explore–more palatable forms perhaps–but after almost 30 years of living with these beings, I accept that they are here to stay–will probably follow me into the great beyond.
They’ve been patient with my yearlong exploration of eco printing but today I experienced a minor revolt. They want OUT.
So I’m “experimenting” with process. How to create in a way that eco prints and primicons can co-exist while maintaining the sustainable, environmentally benign characteristics of eco printing?
These first, initial experiments have a ways to go. And although I have concerns about their appeal–appeal of the primicon–clearly it’s a moot point.