Stephanie the Sumi-e Artist's biz cards


I printed these cards in the garage this sunny October afternoon for a new friend who literally dropped out of a dark night back in September, offering to help print the 20 Minute Loop poster. I heavily stress out of nowhere. nowhere. this amazing girl came in out of nowhere.

As I was already scrambling to finish carving the second color block and hadn't set the type or cut paper yet (i.e. looking at a loooong night ahead) I nearly collapsed in tears of gratitude. Coffee and scones later sealed the deal.

Stephanie had also incidentally/coincidentally signed up for the print class I taught at APAture last weekend (to mild success(everyone seemed pretty delighted with their gocco prints, but time was an serious issue, as was the sonic boom screek of the sound system that needed testing about 10 inches away from our delicate ears and the heavy duty vacuuming and carrying on at the front of the room. It was an industrial style, yell fest print workshop.)

Green, slightly crooked flora linoblock mine, super dainty beautiful, unidentified metal type Stephanie's.

The dead can speak in books and charm the lives of abject souls like mine

I have been stalking this band for some three or four odd years, and I really, really luv their sound (insert buck toothed image of me fawning over 20 Minute Loop band members at yet another show where I lurk in the shadows keeping time with my toothbrush). At last, I broke down the 4th wall and introduced myself and offered to do this poster. Print run of about 45, in blue and red canson papers, three color linoblock and metal/wood type.

Partly inspired by news of that Crocodile guy getting whacked in the chest by a giant stingray, but wouldn't completely dismiss pebbly notions of Moby Dick and (speaking of tragedies) the Great White nightclub fire debacle of '03.



Run it over with a steamroller!



For those of you who aren't in the know, I serve on the board of directors for a rad arts center for true luddites called the San Francisco Center for the Book.

This Saturday, September 16, is our third annual Roadworks: Steamroller Prints block party. This unique fundraiser doubles as a street fair where we'll be making prints from large-scale linoleum blocks, carved especially for the occasion, with a steamroller. There will also be music by the Burning Band (straight from the Burning Man Festival), book arts activities for all ages, plus sales tables for book arts.

The 10 local community artists who will create the original linocut prints include Katherine Case, Daniel Gonzalez, Art Hazelwood, John Hersey, Hung Liu, Rik Olson, Endi Poskovic, Sonia Romero, Bill Russell, Ward Schumaker and Seiki Tachibana. The street fair takes place on De Haro Street between 16th and 17th Streets

Did any of you even know (or dream up the possibility) that Hertz rents steamrollers to average joe's like you and me? You can rent. your. own. steamroller. holy cats.

10 a.m. to 4 p.m.- between 16th and 17th and DeHaro in ye olde Potrero Hill, San Francisco.

KALX annual t-shirt contest






























Here are two new illustrations knocked out just in time for Friday's deadline for KALX, 90.7 (the University of California, Berkeley's radio station). Ooooo I'd really like to win. Ooooooo. Ooooo, I really should have drawn in frickin feet for that bird to perch on, Oooooo.

pure rapture, APAture



Hold onto your seats kids, its APAture!: Kearny Street Workshop's multigenre brou-haha featuring work of Bay Area emerging Asian Pacific American artists. This will be my third APAture appearance, thereby relegating me into the "creaky old teeth" category of said Bay Area Asian American artists. But all joshing aside, I'm thrilled to be apart of this annual gathering of heads. I'm also teaching a beginning workshop on letterpress and gocco on Saturday, September 30th, if you're just dying to print something out in multiples.

Visit www.apature.org for more info.

wasabi press biz cards



...I made 'em this weekend! It's been awhile since I've had plates made from digital files, so I thought I'd take an inexpensive foray into the realm of polymer plates again and made these business cards for meself. One side has the two color poppy print (linoleum blocks); the other side sports my vital information. Letterpress printed with polymer plates and linoleum blocks (for the flowers and other decorative elements) onto recycled cardboard.

gunny bun tee

Printed more t-shirts in my ongoing experiment with the gocco fabric inks. Here's the original graphic (stolen from a fabulous vintage cookbook from the 50's —an Esquire cookbook, no less):



and here is a crummy shot of some finished shirts (I made the bold decision to make the second color red, thereby giving the machine gun the added bonus of spraying blood!) Voila:

Portrait of a Neighborhood: Macarthur Boulevard

'Bout one year ago, I embarked on a new project, amazing in both its scope and value, entitled the MacArthur Boulevard Portrait Project. Somehow, I conceived of an idea to photograph the dusty noirish strip of bars, nail salons, neon lit burger joints, real estate offices, Christian bookstores and laundr-o-mats that make up MacArthur Boulevard in East Oakland. I specifically chose that district based on its sheer time capsule value (some of those craggy stone wall facades and musical instrument window displays haven't budged in three, four decades) and its proximity to the project's sponsor and my trusty alma mater, Mills College.

Some years back, Mills College landed a really handsome grant from the James Irvine Foundation with the purpose of re-connecting with the college's surrounding neighborhoods through art and history. A rather terrific oral history project was conceived, a radio course was developed, and the English department began inviting all manners of Oakland artists to perform and teach on-campus. The photo project idea sprang directly from the forehead of all of this activity.

Why not, I mused, capture a visual sample of what a particular neighborhood looks like? And why not focus on that most ordinary yet character-driven part of a street; the myriad businesses that inhabit the boulevard and the people behind those storefronts? What can we possibly learn by looking at what kinds of stores serve this particular neighborhood at this particular time? What architectural gems are worth recording and saving? How do people relate to one another on the sidewalks, in parking lots, milling about in stores? What messages are being posted up and down the avenue, and by whom? Most importantly, how much of this will remember in years to come, as the area develops and moves into an entirely different economic bracket?

Beginning in April of this year and continuing through the end of June, three marvelous photographers were then set loose on the street with their digital cameras. Heike Liss took on the challenge of shooting portraits of the business owners, Bob Hsiang photographed storefront signage, window displays, and architectural details of the buildings, and Johnna Arnold set out to capture the culture and movement of the streets by looking at the things we see and yet don't see on a daily business, peering in doors, staring at walls, taking note of pedestrians and transportation that clutter the street.

The final photographs were culled down to about 75 shots, which will live permanently in the Mills College library archives and the Oakland Public Library's History Room. An exhibition of 45 of the photos will be hung at Mills Hall on the college campus in September, and we hope to launch a number of related public programs (slide shows, discussions) in conjunction with the show. Stay posted.







Photos by Heike Liss, Johnna Arnold and Bob Hsiang

inner ear brigade
















Carved and printed image directly onto t-shirts this weekend (using fabric inks) for Inner Ear Brigade's lousy cd release shindig tonight. Mixed results- cloth is infuriatingly soft and slutty, wrinkling in unexpected ways and just being all around fuzzy. Soaks up the ink like there's no tomorrow too! The type was printed using my trusty gocco.

oni



I attended a lino class at Kala Art Institute this past weekend with master blaster carver Artemio Rodriguez (a Mexican boy with blue eyes?) and carved all the live long day. I learned to hold the tools like a pencil, how to sharpen those mothers to a hee-haw razor point, and all about inking by hand. Thanks, Buddyray, for the super birthday gift of learning.

Oni are, of course, Japanese demons. This particular specimen is of the dead samurai cat nazi variety.

earache, my eye



Three color letterpress poster on Canson papers. Mostly metal type (48 and 36 Futura plus some unidentified wood type). Printed yesterday on the lovely Vandercook proofing presses at the San Francisco Center for the Book!

new flyer


So I cheated a little, and did this illustrated flyer with a sharpie pen on bristol board, with a little jinky photoshop work at the tail end. This is actually a draft still, as all text hasn't been laid in. I'll post the final soon. Very soon.








The Final (dirty fotocopy job, nevertheless).

stationary stationery

Before I got all mixed-up in this silly book business, I printed cards and envelopes, just to make the daily mail a little punchier; who doesn't love getting parcels in eye-poppingly good colors? Plus my dad is a mailman, thus it is my familial obligation to keep the postage stamp in circulation. I can reprint anything on demand, and of course, will do custom cards/letterhead/business cards/tattoos for anyone who calls me "kitten" and agrees that cute can be awfully sinister, too.








poems to eat





















































This is a lil' chunkamunka meal of a book, with photographs that I shot while riding on trains and subways across Japan. I was introduced to the poetry of Takuboku Ishikawa by a friend who was helping me translate simple pieces; "this guy," she explained, "writes old man poetry."

Indeed, Takuboku Ishikawa wrote tanka poetry (poems in the 5,7,5,7,7 syllable units), which he dubbed his "sad toys". Born in Iwata-gun, Hinoto-cho in 1886, Ishikawa began a short but rather prominent literary life at the age of 16, making his poetry debut in Myojo magazine. Encouraged, he moved to Tokyo at age 18 to publish his first book of poetry, "Akogare", and later published several major volumes of tanka, including: "Ichiaku no suna" (Handful of Sand) and "Kanashiki gangu" (Sad Toys). About the title of this book, he explains:

'I got the idea for the title "Poems to Eat" from a beer advertisement I used to see in the streetcar. I mean by it poems that are down to earth, poems with feelings unremoved from real life. Not delicasies, not a feast, but poems that taste like our daily meals— poems then, that are necessities to us.'

'poems to eat' is a limited edition of 10 copies of laserprinted images, with letterpress printed text using Universal and Gills Sans typefaces, bound on boards. Photos, design, printing, and binding by Patricia Wakida in 2006, the year of the dog. $100. send me an email at wasabipress@yahoo.com if you're craving.

Post, Poster, Postest

For hire! in case you were thinking of making a big splash for your next theremin concert or naughty cotillion. Samples of handprinted lino/letterpress posters I did in 2005/2006.







Alternative Press Expo


































I started out full of vim, ready to update the world on the upcoming ape gathering in san francisco, but somewhere between bites of pickled eggplant I got worn out and so instead, I'm posting some pictures of books I've made, some random type, and my old faithful carving tools. oh yes, and ape is this weekend, april 8-9 at the concourse monster hall on brannan. bring lots of loose change. what i'm really secretly looking forward to is the pre-party at last gasp publishers' den, where they let you wander freely and unharnassed through the stacks PLUS you get a great discount (I've forgotten how much, but last time i had to bite myself to keep from screaming with book lust.

flora & fauna at hobbyhorse



some of my linoblocks are to be shown at this twee little homespun store off San Pablo (and Dwight). If you're fetchin for some calico wristbands and a vegan marshmallow, just screech on by and admire away. For the call for entries, I was tempted to submit specimens of cryptozoology ala "In Search Of...." but alas, what they were looking for was pretty traditional.

Girl Friday cum Court Reporter Spy




Two years back, the Jigmeister and I were part of Berkeley's Art Festival initiative to bring more performance art to everyday experiences and were chosen to be one of select group of artists to "do art" on AC Transit Bus #9 all the live long day. BR (on guitar) with his musical co-horts, Rob Reich (accordion) and Jared McAdams (mandolin) entertained the rain-drenched bus passengers with gold rush era tunes and a few California themed ditties. I, with my trusty (borrowed from keyboard hoarder Gene Baker) manual Underwood typewriter, recorded snatches of eavesdropped conversations captured on the bus, in a pseudo anthropologist fashion. We drove around for a few hours, picking up mildly shocked bus travellers and hopefully sent them onto their destinations a little more sprightly after their encounter with art. Hoo-rah.