I took this photo of one of the work benches, next to the hotplate, in the Print Studio at Cleveland College of Art & Design, some time in the early half of 2005, the year I graduated.
It was where I had been interviewed, nearly seven years previously, then a terrifying room full of brooding alien machinery, high ceilinged and with tall, tall windows in a elderly brick building that had once been, so rumour has it, a lunatic asylum.
Over the course of the next six years (I was a part-time, mature student) I was introduced to printmaking. My first tutor a skilled lithographer, meticulous and precise in his instructions, less so in his professionalism, but endlessly encouraging.
While he was off sick a second tutor was found, casual, very different in approach, much more encouraging of experiment which, in conjunction with the skills already learnt set me free.
After six years I was heartbroken at leaving this haven, with its toxic smells and liquids, it's mysteries mostly explained. I cannot go back since the following year the BA course was transferred to the University of Teesside and the studio re-sited, sans magic.