In the pink (ink). Twice.

Well. I'm relatively certain that we can count the number of times I've used pink in my palette on one hand. And that includes the two color passes I did this weekend. Not a pink person. Except when I've had too much sun.

But when deep blankets of snow encourage slumbering plants to dream of new growth, it's possible to find some rich blush among gray twigs, and it just seemed like a little warmth was needed in this shiver-my-bones blue-toned linocut. Out came the red and white inks.

The first pink was roughly the same value as the light gray I printed on Friday, so it's difficult to see the difference here in this shot. But it's there. Trust me.

Of course I couldn't stay satisfied with this pink. I decided it was too.... tentative... and mixed something a bit brighter for some selected twigs.

Much better.

So... I'll have a rather short carving session today to accommodate the small amounts of these colors that will remain, but ink drying has slowed down so I won't print until at least tomorrow. In the meantime, I've pulled out a couple of boards and would like to tackle some small woodcuts. Yesterday I did a lot of staring at a board, but no image miraculously appeared on it. What's up with that?