This is the print space ... the red thing is the press.
Downright industrial, no?
I was mixing paint on the table by the window and turned abruptly, smashing my hip in to the crank of the letterpress. Battle wounds. As our instructor would say: "H-Core."
I am already yearning to get back on the thing. Dying to take another class. Or maybe tackle it on my own.
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