all this rekindling of the woodcut fires got me rooting around in some old boxes and i found this thing:
first and second page of a little letterpress woodcut book i made about 10 or 11 years ago. i called it crooked arm because i broke my hand skating a few weeks previous. self-portraits were the deal then even though now i find it embarrassing. and then that's how the blog got named because i always liked the way it sounded. i have broken my arm 6 times.