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Wednesday, 04 July 2007

Another hanging

Here is another recent print, an engraving by Jane Lydbury. It's small but very fine, and is a celebration of the machinery of a Shakespearean theatre. Its full of detail - notice the devils at the top, for example.

And talking of hanging, do you know the balled Hughie Graeme? Isn't it wonderful - I came to it through June Tabor's album, An Echo of Hooves.

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Kind of you not to hoist me publicly with my own petard over the spelling of June! A more sensible thought - from a bit of a distance the picture reminded me a little of a certain hand printing press (I cannot remember which one for the moment) and the devils reminded me that once (as a teenager) I was a "printer's devil" and indeed also ran my own private press. Maybe I should get it up and running again.

I do enjoy your website, and envy your ability to read and comment so splendidly on so many books.

Wistful cat

Posted by: Peter the flautist | Thursday, 05 July 2007 at 08:28 PM

I know the ballAd of Hugie Graham! Jube Tabor is a wonderful artist and one of my favourite in her genre.I remeber well my excitement at the release of her Silly Sisters album with Maddy Prior in the late 1970's, but I think that I like her work with the Oyster Band best of all.

Dark Puss

Posted by: Peter the Flautist | Thursday, 05 July 2007 at 09:59 AM

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