If I were filthy rich and had no need for working, I’d still get out of bed in the mornings and go down to my basement (if I had one) and crank up my old Heidelberg letterpress (if I owned one) and commence to designing and printing hour upon hour upon hour. And I suspect that this would, for the most part, keep me happy until my dying day. Running a printing press is akin to working the soil–it’s dirty work, and laborious; your hands become fantastically covered in grime; there are moments of very real pain and frustration–but in the end when your job is complete, it is a feeling of immense satisfaction comparable to few others. Letterpress printing is all the more wonderful because it is so real and so basic, and so mechanical. This little video is a wonderful tribute to this dying artform–enjoy…
