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Some time ago: ―"But Patrick, I don't care about basketball...!" ―"I know, kiddo, but my manager gave me these tickets, so I thought this might be something we could do together. Besides, being at the game is always different than watching it on television, and I thought we could make a day of it - forget unpacking for the weekend and see Plymouth, get some dinner and watch the game." ―Lance sighed. He knew his brother needed to move to the East coast for work, but so far, for him, things kind of sucked. He'd made a couple of friends, if you could call them that, but most of his classmates already had developed friendships over the previous years, and it was very hard to break into the cliques that were near water-tight. Worst of all, his new school didn't have a track team, so that idea was out - he wasn't much interested in any of the other sports the school offered. Especially not basketball, which seemed to be the most popular sport at his new high school. ―The day they had was admittedly fun, though. He wasn't terribly impressed by Plymouth rock ("Hoo, boy, that looks great under the plexiglass.") but the town itself was pretty neat. It seemed to him that Massachusetts had more history than California. They found a quaint hole-in-the wall to eat at, and the food was quite tasty. ―As they walked into the arena, Lance was impressed; it was larger than he expected. What's more, the seats his brother had gotten were just 6 rows from the court. There was so much to see in the arena, that he almost forgot they were going to see a game. ―He glanced at the program - the Taproots were playing the Stanislaus Thrust, and his heart ached for the West Coast once more. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even realize the game had started - until he looked up in just enough time to see a rabbit jump up and dunk the basketball for the first two points of the game. ―That night, Buck Hopper commanded the court... and the young rabbit's attention. The Taproots lost that night, but Lance was secretly glad that the Thrust won, though he would never admit it to any of his new friends. Seeing the rabbit play on the court was magical - he was just so COOL! ―Maybe he would try out for this year's basketball team afterall... -- This is my second project in my monoprint printmaking class - buckhopper did such a great job with the draft last week, that I wanted to show him my support and thanks for all his hard work.
The monoprint process involves running ink through the print on a sheet of plexiglass to produce an image only once. Multiple passes creates newer registrations, letting the old ink show through the newly applied ink. This project that we're doing is a portrait image. This image took 14 passes to produce.
buckhopper did such a great job with the draft last week, that I wanted to show him my support and thanks for all his hard work.
