Stretched10 Jun 2012 8:23PM Views : 5326 Unique : 420
When faced with an activity, a job. or a practice, of which you have no experience, having never encountered it before, it is perfectly reasonable to approach it with some trepidation.
I can clearly remember the first time I took a roll of 35mm film from a cartridge and threaded it into a Paterson developing tank. I had practiced repeatedly with old scrap reels of film; doing it with my eyes shut to simulate the total darkness, until I felt sufficiently confident with my manual dexterity to attempt the real thing with a real roll of film which contained (hopefully) 36 exposures. I was, if not a bag of nerves, conscious of significant levels of (just controlled) anxiety.
Now, I can do it, in a transfer bag, without thinking too much about it. I certainly don't worry, or mentally trawl through all of the things that could go wrong, before I start. I just get on with it.
Similarly, until today, I had never stretched an artwork canvas over bars before, and the trepidation returned, with gusto.
I have now mounted and framed numerous photographs - mostly my own - but also images, original pastels and watercolours, belonging to other people. And in the course of having carried out this work for clients, I have inevitably been asked to frame conventional fine artwork. Some of it, print on high quality paper, and recently, three giclees and two originals, each of them, of course, on canvas.
It is, relatively, a walk-in-the-park to stretch a piece of blank canvas over stretcher bars, only having to consider the weave of the canvas. It is quite another thing to stretch a painted or printed canvas when consideration needs to be given to a variety of other factors.
So today was the moment of 'breakout'.
Not being confined to the world of photographs and away from the world of paper medium.
Bite the bullet - do it !!
I must admit that I cheated slightly. I had, in anticipation of today, bought several giclees which I particularly liked - not large, 22" x 16" or so, and I stretched these first. With the thought in the back of my mind 'if I mess any or all of these up, it's my money down the drain not someone elses'.
Well, they each went well. I even got the folds on the corners right. I was pleased with them.
A friend, who produces canvas artwork for a living, pronounced himself satisfied with them.
He suggested I sold them.
So I've produced two oils and five giclees today, for clients.
Tomorrow, the oils will be framed and the giclees will be glazed and framed.
The oils will remain open because that is the client specification.
It wasn't so bad.
There is no mystique to it.
It's certainly not rocket-science.
Nevertheless, I feel sufficiently chuffed, to celebrate this evening with a glass of Glenfiddich.
It is so nice when a plan comes together, isn't it?