Ever since, at school, I made a crappy linocut of Tony the Tiger, copied from the front of a box of Kellogg’s Frosties, I’ve been a fan of the format. Linocuts, I mean; not cereal boxes. It’s one of those things the frustrated visual artist in me keeps saying he’d like to have another go at some time, although he knows he probably never will.
A friend who knows of my linocut fandom gave me this beautiful book for Christmas. It’s packed full of printmaker Angela Harding’s wonderful countryside-inspired lino/vinyl/silkscreen illustrations.
Gorgeous, and right up my street.