I love everything about letterpress and printmaking. The aesthetics of the workplace and integrity of the machines, the oak type cases, stern solvents, soft paper and smell of linseed oil and ink. I love the tactility and preciseness of carving, and how the shavings pile up around me. I love the attention demanded by the machines, the discipline and neatness of the space, balanced by the logic of a bygone time which espouse that the best way to solve some problems is with a drip of beeswax from a birthday candle or a dash of baby powder. I love the way everything has a place, a hook, a peg, or an itty bitty box.