This is the final, third, what’s called ghost print/monotype of this image. It’s an abstracted landscape of a cove inlet in Cap d’Antibes, near Nice. I’d sprayed a liquifying substance onto the remaining drying, thin layer of ink remaining on the lucite plate. I registered the dunn colored paper and lay it softly down on the plate to run through the big press. It was the end of the day; I remember feeling slap happily  exhausted.

The random wateriness that emerged on the other side of the roller came out as though by magic, transferred onto the paper through the pressure of the massive roller picking up the last vestiges of ink as I manually cranked the wheel steadily through. The wateriness shocked the slap happiness of moments before wide awake! - the press had made its  own presentation .  I stood there - it was as though the piece lying face up on the press bed now was a gift to be recognized and received from the press  as its gift, as its silent song.