German is still chuggin’ along. I’m really glad I didn’t end up in either of the morning sections. Not only are they not as fun (according to my informants), but I would have missed out on the printmaking workshop.

Today was the first day of a (free for me) 4-day program at the Yale Center for British Art, where they teach the basics of engraving and printmaking. We’re using plexiglass, since it doesn’t require acid. I’ve drafted a concept for my first plate involving–no big surpise here–Johannes Kepler and the Mysterium Cosmographicum. I’m also going to try to make a simplified version of my bookplate.

I’ve always had a thing for engravings, woodcuts, etc. Apparently, most of the old engraving techniques have been lost, and even contemporary artists using all the historical and technical resources available today can’t come close the old masters. It’s not surprising when you look at the work of Albrecht Dürer, whose worst print demonstrates the futility of even trying.

Meanwhile, here is a picture of my dad rockin’ out; it’s from my trip to Nevada in May.

Reading: Kepler’s Witch

Wathing: 24 – season 2 (finished); Rush Hour

Listening: Led Zeppelin, Craig’s Brother, Van Morrison