Lino blocks cut and ready. Postcards ready. Sharp tools. Paper. Pencils. Brushes. Ink. All ready.
It occurred to me today, that in order to be properly in the spirit of my artistic forebears in this, each linocut ought to be accompanied by a verse. So I've been amusing myself today making up rhymes about the grim reaper in my head and scribbling them down. So I've now given myself enough of a head start to say I'll do this. So each completed postcard will have its own 4-line verse that may more-or-less scan and rhyme.
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