The Print Project

A bit of fun on a Saturday afternoon

Adana, carrying printing presses up four flights of stairs, DIY, Gill Sans Bold Condensed, Platen, Printing, self-publishing, Univers, workshops

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We don’t often run workshops, but when we do it’s great to see what people do when they run unfettered with the type. At our most recent workshop at the world famous 1 in 12 club, participants used our collection of 48 point type to print cards with slogans of their own choosing.

Besides the cards, there was a bit of unrestrained off-message creativity in effect. One participant used children’s colouring books, splodges of ink, and torn-up newspaper to create layers of colour and type upon type. It was great to see.

We are of course overjoyed to welcome a new member to the collective. We believe his having four paws will be a tremendous asset when it comes to typesetting and printing.

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Ante – what we got up to

Adana, DIY, Exhibitions, Gill Sans Bold Condensed, Letterpress, Univers, workshops

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With amazing timeliness, we bring you this post about Ante Art, and what we got up to while we were there.

Ante-art was a 100% DIY arts fair, taking place in Shipley Kirkgate Market over two days of the May Day weekend. It featured exhibits by artists and collectives such as Black Dogs, Bristow & Lloyd, Knit a Bear Face, and the Caged Bird Club, among many others. The exhibition ran all weekend, with a book fair on the Saturday, and an ‘art factory’ on the Sunday.

The art factory included an “Idiot’s Lowbrow Print Workshop” and “Knitting Takes Guts“, as well as a letterpress workshop.

Participants were invited to add, typeset and print a word to go into a collaborative sentence. Here’s how that turned out.

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Garage Grumbles: Music

Adana, Garage Grumbles, Letterpress, Music, Platen, Printing, The Cunningham Amendment

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The Cunningham Amendment - Garage GrumblesLetterpress involves long hours alone. Every part of this ancient craft is unique. And it’s only the compositor who can sort the problems that crop. There are no help- lines, software or replacement parts. However, once the problems have been sorted, a lot of the work can be repetitive. Like lone yachtsmen and desert hermits it is work that has an effect on the psyche. It’s easy to get lost in day-dreams. I rely a lot on music for company. I discovered years ago the magic and the complexity of opera. I can sometimes plan an act of an opera to coincide with a particular printing task.

Extended repetitive movements continue to cause damage to a variety of my bodily joints. Music helps in the physical breaks.  At particular points in the opera I can begin vigorously conducting along to a heartily sung aria. As far as I know no one sees me doing this and share it with you under conditions of confidentiality.

But the music is not always classical. Taste and mood change with the work.  I always say that if you don’t like rock n’ roll then you haven’t got a soul. My sound system dates from yesteryear and I occasionally visit charity shops where it’s possible to pick up cassettes for 10p a go. Once when printing I was pondering over a storyline about a church whose tea urn had been laced with something special. In my head I had the vicar chasing the lady on flower rota; the choir adopting the lotus position; and then, on a cassette playing rock from the 50’s, I heard “Happy Organ” by Dave Baby Cortez (try it on youtube!). Wow. I was immediately into Miss Timpson doing an imaginative striptease down the church aisle.

Life can be pretty exciting in the garage.

—The Good Doctor
The R. Supward Press Spring 2012

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DIY Protection Racket

DIY, Music, Process

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“The Nail That Sticks Up Gets Hammered Down” — Born Against

“A lot of people seeking careers in creative industries like to misuse the DIY label as a means of getting a ‘foot on the ladder’ upwards into their chosen career, whatever that might be.”

Sarah busts out the hammers over at her blog:
http://sjbradleybooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/diy-protection-racket.html

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Days out in the letterpress scrapyard

Adana, Letterpress, Old print shop, Platen, Printing, Process, Recycled

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The week before Christmas, we had a tip-off about a closing letterpress shop in a mysterious Yorkshire location. It was a decades-old place, once run by a man in his eighties, with plenty to salvage. They had plenty of type, blocks, and everything else the letterpress aficionado needs, or so went the rumour we’d heard. You can’t say no to an offer like that, so we jumped in the car and hopped to it.

Where was it? It’s hard to say exactly. It was very rainy, and my sat-nav kept trying to make me drive through a row of houses. But we found the place eventually, upstairs from a narrow little house in a narrow little back street.

“This place,” we were told by the man’s son, “used to be a thriving business in the seventies.” When he’d been first set to work there at the age of 26, thirty or so years ago, they’d had six people working in the print shop, a space the size of a generous box room. There were two people compositing, he and his dad locking up, and two people printing and finishing. One time, a woman in a rush to finish a job quickly had put her hand in the platen press to retrieve a falling envelope, and got her fingers caught. “We haven’t used that press since the 90s,” the son said. “There’s no money in it these days.”

But what a gem of a place it was. Under stacks of paper and old set-up printing jobs from the old days, we kept finding gems. Dozens of chases, and three boxes of old printing blocks; buckets of quads, and quoins and mini-quoins and quoin keys lying around everywhere; high jumbles of furniture that almost covered the windows.

 

Down in the bottom corner of the room were cabinets and cabinets of type, and a press thick with dust that had started gathering from the last time it had been used. “Can we move in tomorrow?” we asked.

Unfortunately, the option of moving into the print shop as is was not open to us. There were plenty of treasures to be seen, though, and we spent a happy hour looking through type and lead to find things we wanted – and there was plenty of it…

 

 

As if that wasn’t enough for a fine letterpress day out, there was yet more fun to be had afterwards. We had an appointment to pick up an 8×5 Adana, donated to us by a lady we met at the Manchester & Salford Anarchist Book Fair. It wasn’t seeing a lot of use and she was keen for it to go to somebody who would get to work with it – which we definitely will.

Jumping back in the car, we headed across to the Wrong Side of the Pennines to get it. It was being stored in an artists’ studio in an old mill.

 

 

 

As a bonus to the press itself, there was some paper, loads of instruction books, and lots of little trays of type. It was all stuff that will get put to use. The portable stuff will mean that we’ll be able to offer letterpress workshops at some point in the future… keep watching for more news on that.

We came home extremely tired but very excited, with a portable press and several sets of cool new printing blocks to our name.

 

Special thanks to Tess for the donation, and to Jim at Pool Arts for helping us out. You can be assured that the Adana will see plenty of use by us in the future!

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Garage Grumbles: “Apocalypse”

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The jolly japes surrounding the Wikileaks caper forcefully remind us that it’s possible the internet could be switched off or at least, heavily monitored, Chinese style. Similarly, a reliance on a supply of big corporation inks and paper is not to be taken for granted.

The case for letterpress strengthens. A hand press, along with the basic accessories, can be stored in a smallish box or the boot of a vehicle. A tin of ink can last for decades and one can print, or overprint, on almost anything. The French Resistance made an art of this in the last war.

Anticipating a forthcoming apocalypse The Cunningham Amendment once carried out an experiment. We overprinted rude slogans about the state using pages from an old telephone directory. We placed the stack of paper on the roof of a tall Manchester building. Weighted down with a crust of bread we made our escape. As the pigeons disposed of the bread the wind distributed the message.

Letterpress puts the control firmly back in the hands of the printer. For now, but only now, it’s out of fashion. All it takes is a measure of chutzpah, a dose of imagination and an understanding that time itself has different senses of durations.

—The Good Doctor

Many thanks to Gerald Lange from the mighty Bieler Press for letting us use this image from his Flickr set of French Resistance printing activity. More can be viewed here.

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Garage Grumbles: “Come-In”

Adana, Garage Grumbles, Ink, Paper, Platen, Printing, The Cunningham Amendment

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Here we present the first in a series of posts from our friend in the “Norf”, Dr Peter Good of The Cunningham Amendment.

Letterpress set-ups don’t respond well to being moved. The cabinets and the type weigh a ton and over the years any press shop will accumulate boxes of things that will one day “come-in”. But I’ve now moved from my cosy Bradford cellar into large Norfolk garage. Never mind that the move nearly killed me I’ve ended up with lots more desired space. I no longer have to perform ballet movements between cabinets and boxes of things that will “come-in”.

Oh but it’s freezing! The cruel zyphers sweep in from the North Sea unremitingly. The morning frost sticks to my overcoat and it’s not even winter yet.

Setting type and using the hand press is a pretty stationary affair. Hence, the only exercise my body gets is restriced to my fingers and shoulders. I now dress like a Russian lumberjack. Two pairs of socks and fleece-lined wellingtons. A hat pulled down over my ears and some fingerless gloves. I’ve lost much of my sexual appeal.

The increased space means the garage has a central area of cabinets. Every fifteen minutes or so I begin a few circuits around the island in an attempt to regain some body heat. To an outsider peering in from the outside it would look like someone doing a Pythonesque silly walk. Knees raised up, arms outstretching, shoulders swinging from side to side. I’ve called these movements “Mitsubuti”. Perhaps if I take them up to combat speed they’ll be useful the next time I get mugged.

But the printing continues. Aside from the heat I’ve got lots more useful space to gather more things that will come-in. The sound system I’ve rigged up is great and there some kind of birds beneffiting from the paltry heat rising up into the roof from my radiator.

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