I don’t know if I like defects.
I know I don’t like discovering them.
This afternoon’s story unfolded this way:
1. HP’s inks arrived about an hour ago, and, indeed, “Bertha” (infamous behemoth of a B9180 ink jet unit) needed her cyan; powered her up; fed her a full ink cartridge; deleted from the printer’s memory the two earlier jobs on which she stopped for want of her cyan; and started a simple, small job, i.e., the second snow snapshot from the latest post on the more personal blog.
2. Out of paper! Where did I put the remainder of the Ink Press? For a while, I couldn’t find the box, so I rummaged out of the back of a closet a few damaged sheets of Epson Pearl, 11 x 17, and cut that down to 11 x 12, removing some bent corners . . . only to learn that Bertha’s instructions (software) didn’t seem to want me to load an odd-sized paper — and then: the missing package? on top of the printer . . . .
3. Loaded 11 x 14 and ran a print. Not bad. A little reddish for a near monotone piece. So I ran another, an old leaf heavily back lit.
That above came out of the printer noticeably striped.
It made me wonder if I had looked hard enough at my latest prints.
I use a 5,000K CFL for editing (Lacie 320 monitor; Macbeth color charts and other guides; plus I’m “tuned down” about 10 percent or so, and somewhat compromised between ambient interior brightness and print impact — I need a slightly brighter edited “print” to get a good looking real space print for indoor display), but (reminder: I was talking about my office light source), I have it aimed at the ceiling for indirect and dim room lighting (the monitor is everything).
Well . . .
I reversed the CFL bulb (it’s in a workshop reflector), put on the “readers” (1.5x) and looked again.
What I found: light striping and perhaps, in the last few prints, what looks like magenta cartridge misalignment.
One has to really look, up close, magnified, to see this stuff.
Very light, or what I call “faint” artifacts may be ignored — the image impact is such that such have to be pointed out to be “seen”.
And some things may add charm the way a nub or two might a sweater.
Still, I’m not one to send out work with industrial-strength grooves in it.
For the moment, I have half a dozen prints — should they be called “seconds”? — set aside and unlisted.
Of the listed: fine for the wall, but . . . Bertha’s tiring me out.
I’m going to align Bertha’s print heads, run some proofs, and come to a decision about sending her on to my county’s recycling program.
Boutique printing — very limited edition, totally hands-on, also at the mercy of technology or involving some struggle between the artist and the unruliness of the machinery — is not high output lithography. For some barely visible qualities, some “small shop” artifacts may add to charm. Such become indicative of a period in a shop’s history.
On the other hand:
I WANT PERFECTION!
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In the order signed:
Black Eyed Susans: 1 – 11×14 Ink Press Luster, 10-1/6 x 12-3/4
Black Eyed Susans: 1- 11×14 Ink Press Luster, 6-1/4×10
Three Susans: 1 – 11×14 Ink Press Luster, 13-11/16 x 9-5/8 slightest banding, invisible head-on
Mumma Farm Outbuilding 1- 11×14 Ink Press Luster 6-3/8 x 9-5/8
Peeling Paint, Mumma Farm Building (first of the three at URL location)- 2 – 11×14 Ink Press Luster, nominal 1/8-inch border, soft
Peeling Paint, Mumma Farm Building (first of the three at URL location) – 2 – 11×14 Ink Press Luster, 8-1/8 x 5-1/16 (soft)
Blue Treetops – 1 – 11 x 14 Ink Press Luster, off-centered 6 x 10-11/16, blurred and textured (very arty)
American Farm Girl: 1 – 11 x 14 Ink Press Luster, no border, slightly stripped, ink droplet, left side.
American Farm Girl: 7 – 11 x 14 Ink Press Luster, bordered 3/4-inch nominal, faint striping, high impact print; some borders smudged.
American Farm Girl: 1 – 11 x 14 Epson Glossy, bordered 3/4-inch nominal, faint striping, some borders smudged.
No sooner do I think I have “Bertha” figured out — page controls good; ink supply fine; color fidelity and clarity marvelous — then she reports, more or less, “Cannot print. Need Cyan.”
How about some Light Gray to chase that Cyan?
Nothing comes easily, so all adults know, and ordering ink proved no exception: I expect HP’s computer failed to recognize and vet mine on the way to online checkout.
On Skype, sez I!
The computer-phone call to call center worked, but “next business day” might be Monday, so push Bertha’s off button and, oh no, she hangs and orders her power supply unplugged.
Well she ain’t shakin’, guzzlin’, spittin’, or checkin’ herself out now, but even quiet, dormant, sleeping, I wonder what the hell HP put in that moon unit so attractive to eclectic physicians and artists.
I’ve a mind to triple the prices of sales I’m not seeing and pretend to consign the print business to my old custom shop, which always got its share of Washington’s museum work. Resuming that relationship would not be a bad idea, but as in the olden days, I get a kick out of seeing what I do — in photography, have done — printed for viewing in real space. And then too, as now and then it happens, a few of these things have made it on to walls owned by people I know but a little bit or not at all.
“Jim — We are recycling a few printers, and I wanted to know if you had any interest. They are Epson Stylus Pro 9880, eight color 48″ roll fed ink jets.”
Don’t think I’m not tempted!
On the other hand, I believe I’m suffering enough.
Next episode of “Photography with Bertha”: Monday morning or early afternoon.