I started the day feeling more than a little nervous. The wonderful Dino (print tutor extraordinaire) had introduced me to the wonders of digital printing the week before and I had dutifully scribbled down notes. Notes that were in depth and insightful (or as it happens shallow and altogether a little bit useless).
So...when the day arrived to print my imagery I felt like a tiny first year student again. I put on a brave face and tried my best to remember all the instructions and wise words Dino had imparted earlier, not wanting to seem like a fool, so wanting to ask as few questions as possible.
On seeing my work pop out as if by magic from the printer my nerves calmed. The colours were so different to the originals which was expected but exciting- the blues looked too blue but the white calico stitch work came out a sort of golden hue which was lovely.
Feeling happy that something other than plain white silk emerged from the rolling machine, I took my creation gingerly to the miracle that is the steamer.
Having pinned my finger to the carousel and ignoring the blood pooling around in my rubber glove I slammed shut the steamer door.
Minutes later I carefully unfurled the backing cloth to discover the inevitable...a drop of water had somehow crept through yards of backing cloth from a thoroughly dry steamer onto the silk. Impressively done.
Despite this set back I left for the day feeling pretty darn chuffed. I know all too well mistakes must happen in order to really appreciate the final product. Nothing should ever be too easy.