The Summer of Cyanotype

I’m emerging from a few months of doing things, art workshops, childcare, days out and other such activities that are easier done than documented. It seems odd to write about this as the leaves outside are already orange and yellow and the cold weather forces me to wrap myself up thoroughly in a cardigan, but here we are. It’s been a mild Autumn so far, so summer is not that far of a distant memory. Everyone and their cat made cyanotypes this summer. I was part of everyone (somehow still not a cat). Collective consciousness? The sun felt particularly present this summer, were we all similarly inspired to use its power? The child joined in. Due to the intensely bright and warm August sun the prints developed very quickly, ideal for holding the attention of a young one. Just fast enough and mysterious enough that it looks like magic. Our first attempts were ethereal and imperfect. I hadn’t thought about squishing everything under piece of glass yet. The results were still very nice…