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
Where Digital Meets Fiber
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