Live for something, Be not idle. Look about thee for employ. Sit not down to useless dreaming, Labour is the sweetest joy.
Folded hands are ever weary. Selfish hearts are never gay. Life for thee, it holds something. So be thee active while you may.
Printed over a period of two days on the outskirts of Brighton, “Folded Hands” is part two of a Triptych of Letterpressed posters based on a poem recited to me by my great aunt.
Printed now in the run up to my forth coming trip to visit three of the great letterpress print shops in America, the poem echoes my belief in continuing to push forward and learn more about the crafts that I am passionate about. The trip it’s self being the culmination of a year spent planning (and a few years spent dreaming).
