I was in the backcountry of northern California, miles from cell service, in the week after the fall of Roe vs Wade when this idea emerged in my sketchbook, and it felt a bit like a return to the roots. The machine that grinds us up needs a sort of normalcy to survive; it's up to us to push back however we can; interrupting the flow of numbers and commodities and taking up as much physical and rhetorical space as possible. We must be incredibly annoying in the service of the world we want.
This is a two-color reduction blockprint, carved in linoleum and printed on a Vandercook 3 letterpress at my home studio in Portland OR.
