JOURNALS

Today started like most of my studio days—wrestling with technology. The studio felt like it was just waking up with me at 7:12, and there I was, setting up my day. My old nemesis, the printer, decided to throw a spanner in the works. Around 8:14, I was knee-deep in figuring out why it seemed to have its own ideas about paper size and position. I mean, you'd think it would play nicely and follow instructions, right? Nope, not today! 🙄

I spent way too much time trying to decode the printer's rebellious streak. It's like it was daring me to make sense of its quirks. By the time the clock hit 9:30, my morning coffee substitute—a giant bottle of flavoured fizzy water I tentatively call "productivity juice"—was almost gone, and my patience was wearing thin. But finally, at around 1:01, I declared a near-victory in the battle of the borderless prints. Though not quite a full triumph, I was almost there.

The afternoon continued in a similar pattern. I was up to my elbows in A5 paper adjustments at about 1:42. The printer had really outdone itself today in teaching me patience. By 3:17, it was clear that my hands-on lesson in printing nuances was not over. My brain felt like it was doing the same exercise over and over, but with minor tweaks. Think of it like one of those culinary shows where the chef has to make the same dish three different ways.

Towards the end of the day, I found myself contemplating the cost implications of all this print experimentation. By 4:45, I was fully immersed in number-crunching. It's not the most exciting part of being an artist, but definitely necessary.

Through all this, I stayed warm and relatively headache-free. Thanks to my new heated blanket and attempts at better hydration, my work environment was mostly civil. Grateful for my survival toolkit—heat, power, and yes, the stubborn printer—I called it a day. Until tomorrow, when the printer saga inevitably continues!