Oh Letterpress how I love you…
I am visually thrilled by your ornate lead fonts, beautiful wood and metal type and your landscape of drawer upon antique drawer containing them.
I delight in the language all of your own – from fleurons to friskets, picas and point size to kerning and leading, widows and orphans to breviers and bogans, and best of all – hickeys and mottles, dingbats and muttons!
I am in awe of the precision, the skill and above all the patience required to assemble a simple sentence.
And oh! the pleasure of watching your oily levers and rows of inked type clunk together to produce the printed word.
When I hold your printed piece I am beguiled by its tactility and dimensionality.
I celebrate all its tiny and exciting imperfections.
I love you because you come from an age where time invested and years of learning a process were valued.
Oh Letterpress…I value the depth and the beauty of your old ways.
I had forgotten about these pictures I took some time ago at a Letterpress workshop in London at Harrington and Squires All things of paper and ink delight me and I am in constant awe of the skill and craftsmanship of the processes of old. So I thought I’d post some images here…and a little line or two to Letterpress!