All the worst bits of my life seem to clump up around this time of year. (I guess April is actually a moderately long way off, still, but those days were particularly bad, and I'm dreading the anniversaries of them.) It's cold, it's dark, and people are eternally disappointing. I spent most of this morning in an utterly wretched state, remembering things I wish I could forget.
The afternoon was better, and I did some surprisingly successful experiments in photo-etching. Talking to people in the class about various things they're working on also cheered me up a bit. It's somehow both flattering and depressing to discover that certain parties are so impressed or annoyed by the things I'm doing that they decide I should have my hand cut off and replaced by a hook or clamp, as a sort of handicap. Heh. I think it says a lot about my past couple of years that an afternoon full of threats of dismemberment is a great improvement.
It occurs to me that it would probably be a useful exercise to try and make note of any particularly good days I have, so that I can remember those, instead of endlessly re-living the bad ones. Good days from the past are useless for this purpose, because too many of them revolved around people who were later responsible for the bad days, but if I start now, maybe I can accumulate a few.
Here is a photo-etch test of a fractal halftone, with some gears stuck on just for the hell of it. It worked better than I expected it to, which means I can proceed with my larger multi-plate versions. This one is about 3-1/2" x 3".