FMI01 3/5
FMI01 3/5
- Prints are carefully rolled and shipped in a sturdy tube. No folds, no creases.
- Each print is hand-signed and numbered. Small editions only—nothing mass-produced.
- Wood relief print, pressed manually with a custom-built cylinder press. The process leaves its mark.
- Small differences in ink, texture, or alignment are part of the process. No two prints are exactly the same.
FMI01 – Trying To Following My Intuition - Experimental
Wood relief print (2025)
Edition of 5, signed and numbered (FMI01, 1/5 – 5/5)
Paper size approx. 35 × 50 cm
Print size approx. 25 × 40 cm
This is the first completed work in the Following My Intuition series—a project that explores instinctive decision-making, visual logic, and spatial confusion. Each work in the series builds a world of steps, blocks, and direction markers that seem to make sense at first glance. But look longer and the logic collapses. Arrows point nowhere. Stairs lead into voids. The structures break their own rules.
The artwork was created from an isometric grid and generative code, then engraved into birch plywood with a laser cutter. It was printed by hand using oil-based ink, transferred from the woodblock to paper using a self-built cylinder press. This edition was inked in three passes, with yellow, red and black—each printed from a separate relief block, creating overlaps and texture.
The first two prints in this edition are printed on reused paper. On the back, you’ll find a ghost image: a test print from a different artwork, making each sheet a layered artifact of the studio process. In some prints, you may notice creases, a slight ridge or embossing in the paper—this happens where the cylinder press rolls over the edge of the wooden block, leaving a physical trace of the printing process. All part of the experiment. No two prints are identical. Small shifts in inking, paper texture or alignment give each one a unique presence.
These prints are part of an evolving experiment. They are far from perfect—but perfection was never the goal. What matters here is the feeling of movement without a map. A system with too many rules to follow. The quiet joy of getting lost.
