Don’t bleed on the artwork

My dad owned a frame shop for 30+ years. This really captures the feel of working there. And like the place in the article, there was the same cardinal rule. There were lots of towels and the ER was ten minutes away. Bleed on yourself, bleed on the floor, but do not bleed on the artwork.

All the discussion is rightfully around the art bits of this article, but I'm an absolute mess thanks to those paragraphs about the author's mom. So gutting to have this juxtaposition of unforgettable art that's fragile and coddled and a woman who's forgetting everything about herself, equally fragile in her old age. Masterful work.

I have framed many drawings behind glass, and I can honestly say that it is one of my least favorite jobs. Time and again, no matter how careful I am, specks of dust or smudges appear on the drawing-facing side of the glass. Of course these would appear only after I had taped down the back and installed the hanging cable.

> I spent the day drilling forty holes, installing forty screws, twisting forty wires

Sounds like someone needs to make a jig if it takes all day to pilot and install 2 screws each on 20 premade frames.

I will appreciate the works around my abode in museum glass, fancy sustainable frames, and obscure paints a bit more. Blood, sweat, tears, (and money) went into these after all.

PS - Reminds me: I still have a Frank Zappa-signed defunct radio station sticker with a news article establishing its provenance and some other vintage radio station stickers to frame.

Go figure. I submitted this article retitled "Confessions of a picture-framer" because over the years I've winced when comments here attacked original title posts as clickbait. I figured for sure "Don't bleed on the artwork" would get the same downvote treatment and disappear.

"The frame changes everything."

i can't be the only one who read the title as 'don't bleed on the network'