I tried silk screen-printing a few times at college, but, after designing the image I wanted to print, a technician would always whisk it away and come back present me with a freshly-exposed silk screen. Just like magic.
At the Print Club London studios in Dalston no one gets such special treatment. You oversee the creation of your own prints from naissance to paper, magic and all. The Print Club indulges printing addicts with molten inks in a vast array of colours, squeegees, a light box and a dark room.
Modest and unassuming, the studio is nestled just off Stoke Newington Road down a back street. Prayer flags and Chinese lanterns in shades of reds hang overhead lining the alley; discarded prints and half-finished images litter the walls leading up to the entrance. The studio itself is reminiscent of a Jackson Pollock painting - every surface smattered with colour. The aroma of the inks intoxicating.
The time it takes to get my 6 perfect prints is an all-day affair, but the end result is well worth the patience. By the second pull of my squeegee I’m hooked. I’m suddenly fantasising about mixing colours, layering, larger paper, t-shirts, bags, a host of wildly inappropriate surfaces covered with my increasingly extravagant designs.
Since moving to London I’ve found it hard to find a creative outlet and whilst the £100 per month membership price tag seems steep, you do get a lot for your money. Unlimited access to the dark room, light box and 6 printing beds 24 hours a day, on top of that the collective of artists that make up Print Club London promote your work for you through group shows and exhibitions at such prestigious locations as Somerset House.