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.
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Glad to hear the press has survived, that must have been a horrible moment. Good luck with the rest of the move; looking forward to seeing what emerges from the new studio space 🙂
Thank you my friend. I did eventually find someone to check it out and give the official A-ok.
The studio for some reason is going very slowly in setting it up. The house requires attention as well and I feel myself so torn and adrift . I just want to make and what I find myself doing instead is waiting upon electricians and tradesmen. I know it will pass but I fear wasting time .