Print making in the studio

A rare and beautiful thing to have a couple of days at home to simply play in the studio. The conversations of onion pickers drift across the paddocks and the trees sing of spring as the breeze plays through their leaves. Added some more "colour" using a silky oak leaf from last week - well preserved with layers of textile paint it then disintegrated (as it should) while donating itself to a last layer of print on my clean up cloth.