The art of our time is an art of cowardice, a triumph of the trivial, a squandering of treasure. The forging of works of art is one of man's remaining semblances to divinity. When one becomes agile and adroit with knife and gouge, one's hands fly over the woodcut with felicitous ease.
Size becomes an unimportant element, and very large woodcuts are comfortable and possible.
I still think so. I tended to use the woodcut as a political device. I came to understand that sculpture, however strong, is destroyed when it is quotidian and political. The woodcut is essentially ephemeral and thus, readily social. The problem I then faced was that the lumber shops only sold boards spreading to 12 inches, and I was too poor for lamination.