If I could sum up today's class in three words it would be these: we mixed ink. After the first proportioning of parts of ink it all swirled together in a lovely vortex. This vortex was a metaphor for the hours ahead we would spend puzzling over why the blue became different shades of green or was too dark for the correct blue we were seeking.
After mucking through that viscous world for hours we were able to begin printing. I had a nervous flutter in my heart when I was told I was in charge of not ruining the gradient Jamie had produced and was in charge of running my own prints. I had to be hasty too because the time was ticking away before I had to depart for Doha, Qatar. I needed a bit of coaching in the way I was holding my paper as I rolled it over the type setting. Soon, I got it and was printing things hastily and efficiently with my two team members. Take the paper, secure it, run the rollers to refresh the gradient, commence rolling over my type, remove the paper away from the drum and hand it to Adele. 55 prints complete, I tossed off my handsome pink apron and rushed out the door to catch my quickly departing bus.