There’s a slight smell of sulphur ever-present here in Serrazzano, and I used this as inspiration for my first printing experiment last week. By chance, there was a very sulphuric yellow at the ready.

Today, in a mad dash to the finish line, keen to print with some of the luscious very large wood type, I extended the elemental theme and made a helium poster.

L. and I drove a harrowing 20 minutes to get groceries yesterday.

The most expensive item we bought was an 8-pack of Crodino, a non-alcoholic aperitif I’ve grown fond of, which was €6.25; meanwhile, the litre of red wine for supper was €1.51.

We were billed 2 cents each for the compostable produce bags we placed our onions, peppers, carrots, and cucumbers in. The Italian system for produce-buying seems to universally involve bagging, and then, self-serve, placing each item on an automated scale, selecting a picture of the item from a screen, and sticking the label that spits iout onto the bag.

“Time to dry” is one of the significant limiting factors when you have just five days of press time, especially when multiple layers are involved.

Yesterday, late in the day, the box design evolved to the point where we knew we needed to print solid colours on all the boxes before we slept.

Which is how we found ourselves, ‘round midnight, mixing ink and printing boxes, in the ancient mill building that houses the flatbed press.

The timestamp on the photo of the bell tower I took on my stumble home is 1:26 a.m. A long day, with much accomplished.

Our apartment above the print shop in Serrazzano is heated by a woodstove in the kitchen. We’ve landed in Western Europe during some unseasonably cold weather; nearly everyone we meet tells us that it was so wonderfully warm “just a few weeks ago.” It’s 8°C outside this morning, though, so we’ve got the fire roaring.

It’s our first working day in Serrazzano. After a tour of the shops—printmaking is three floors down from our apartment; letterpress is reached by walking through a labyrinthine set passageways and steps—I set out to acclimate to the letterpress shop by printing something.

Pasted on a wall in Lucca, Italy. From the Movimento per l’Emancipazione della Poesia.

Here, by some miracle of privilege, luck, and tenacity, is the view from our home for the next five days, in Serrazzano, Italy. We are here for a printmaking residency at Two Cents Press.