ABSTRACT
As a BFA student in printmaking I remember the utter certainty with which my instructors moved through the studio spaces in which we toiled. They set perplexing and seemingly impossible problems for us, expected us to use unfamiliar and dangerous equipment, spoke – when they spoke – a nearly incomprehensible language, and didn’t seem to notice or care that the environment, and the activities demanded of us within it, were foreign to most of us.
