My early attempts at printing on fabric taught me a lot about printing. The simplicity I envisioned proved elusive...
What was the big deal? In a world of
DIY, recycling and repurposing, using a printer to print on fabric seemed like
a noble cause. Bolstered with this "noble"
sense of purpose I began my journey.
A fabric's awesome ability to drape is a printer's worst nightmare. My excitement became horror as I watched my first piece of fabric wiggle through the printer. The take up rollers/fingers grabbed only part of the fabric. My beautiful composition of flowers looked like a bad impression of Dali.
Undeterred, in my second attempt, I tried hand guiding the fabric. This time the printer carriage got caught on some loose threads and jammed. While cutting away the fabric, I realized that I had broken the plastic fingers used to guide the media. Additional testing and a complete autopsy revealed that the print head was also damaged. My second printing attempt killed the printer. With a heavy heart, I made arrangements for a proper funeral and buried it at the local recycling center.
Believing it was "beginner's bad luck" and the persistent
dream of the "Pink Cut Velvet Box", I purchased my next printer. I named her Rosie,
hoping that personifying her would give her special protective powers. With a new found respect for Rosie's mechanics,
I started again.
To eliminate the drape problem, I needed to laminate the
fabric. Combing through my stash of
crafty things, I found three options; thin cardboard, overhead acetate and
freezer paper.
At first, I thought thin cardboard would be the ticket. A
few dots of washable glue and I was good to go. It was a false start. The cardboard and fabric sandwich was too
thick for Rosie to accept. The next
option, overhead acetate, worked with mixed results. The middle of the fabric
was still loose. The print was distorted. I was not there yet.
I admit it sounds cliche, but honestly my third option was the charm. Ironing freezer paper to fabric proved to be the
winner. Who would have thought that a kitchen staple could be repurposed for my
dream. I could feel the DIY, recycle and repurpose communities gazing down
on me with pride.
The first print was
flawless. I was so excited, I had to
pinched myself to see if it was real.
The second print was awesome. Rosie hummed and I was singing. I could hardly contain myself. In my head, the ideas were lining up in
Rosie's print queue. Together, Rosie and I were unstoppable or so I
thought.....
When printing the third image, one of the sandwiched corners
went through curled. It was caught on Rosie's print head. I held my breath as I struggled to rescue her.
My hopes of a quick recovery dissolved
into despair. The cardinal rule was
broken. The fabric had jammed against Rosie's print head. After a small eulogy and moment of silence, I
lovingly wrapped Rosie in a paper bag and delivered her to the local recycling
center.
Although Rosie's demise was a blow, my glass remained half full. Rosie's sacrifice gave birth to my dream. I
had two of my own images on fabric. It
was progress, however, another question
began to gnawing at me.... Were the prints of any quality?
Until next time.
Julie S. Brandon
Where Digital Meets Fiber
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Where Digital Meets Fiber
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