There is nothing more beautiful than a silver gelatin print with deep glossy blacks. With never enough time in the darkroom, these were photographs from my first trip to Europe that remained little prints on my contact sheet. I carried my medium format twin lens mamiya and heavy tripod all over, taking mostly portraits of my family. After talking about traveling with a friend I couldn't resist the urge to get these out and scan some negatives.
San Gimignano Towers, Siena
Istanbul
Ancient graffiti in the Hagia Sofia, Istanbul
My father was born under a tree in this little town outside Pula, Croatia.
Lanišće sits in a huge valley surrounded by tall ominious mountains. I travelled here in middle of winter with a large group of friends to take some photographs. Afterwards we ended up at a local restaurant for a dinner I will never forget. We drank rakija (the Istrian version of grappa) with honey to ward away the cold.
After starting this work over a month ago, I finally cut the last of it off the loom on Friday. Sometimes it takes a lot of patience to get through weaving something when you run into problems from the very beginning, including having to re-thread sixteen shafts. It will eventually be made into a pillow. I can't wait to get started on weaving new things.
Some new ink drawings I'm working on for jacquard designs but I think they are a little too complicated and might work better as digital prints on silk or perhaps even embroidered. I only wish I had the patience for that sort of complex hand work on fabric and the time to learn a new skill. Then again, there is always next year. I can only draw a few of these before my hand cramps up and refuses to draw the semi straight lines. 
