There was only one causality with this complicated move of home and studio, the movers dropped my print making press. I have been sick about it, imploring fellow printmakers for advice, for any suggestions as to who can look at it to assess the damage ( tradesmen who repair small presses seem as scarce as hen’s teeth).
Facing my fears I ran a proof , and it though it is not on lush paper, so far it looks; my stalwart press may be dinged and less showroom glossed, but she carries on with dented dignity .
Still if anyone knows of a technician I would appreciate the lead.
Making headway in the new studio, unpacking and organizing the increasingly shrinking square footage; my steadfast chihuahua my loyal if sleepy companion .
Heading home so he can nap in a proper bed. Good night.