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My kinda farm

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

I serve on the board of the Book Arts Guild, a group that started as little gathering place for like-minded souls in the Pacific Northwest. It has since spiraled outward to include hundreds of members in all corners of the art form and the country—and suddenly thirty years have gone by. On Saturday fifty or so of us got together to celebrate the occasion at the Stern & Faye “Printing Farm” in the Skagit Valley.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

We couldn’t have asked for a better day—I could have stayed all afternoon in the orchard, chatting with kindred spirits.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

I had heard so much about the studio, however—so while most of the group was drawing for prizes in the loft,

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

I wandered downstairs to do a bit of exploring.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

This is Jules Remedios Faye, “Proprietrix” of the Farm. She and her husband, Chris Stern, moved to the Skagit Valley fourteen years ago and turned an old barn into a letterpress printer’s dream.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

The space is at once cozy and seemingly never-ending,

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serving as both a working studio and a living relic.

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The place is chock-a-block with tools, type and ephemera, and functions as a type foundry as well—one of a small and dwindling number remaining in the U.S. these days.

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After Chris passed away in 2006, Jules was forced to scale back the studio a bit to continue managing it alone. The barn is still very much alive, though—the walls are festooned with prints, and evidence of well-loved and continuing use is all around. It feels like their space, not just hers.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

His presence is everywhere—a fitting memorial.

Photo by Chandler O'Leary

The Printing Farm was the absolute best-possible place to celebrate the anniversary of the Book Arts Guild. It served as a touching reminder that no matter how far into the past our roots go, no matter who has gone before us or what new trends have appeared, we’re still here—still breathing, still practicing, still creating.

After all, that’s what we’re here for.


3 thoughts on “My kinda farm

  1. erika

    So gorgeous – what a dream spot. I’m a new reader of your blog & really enjoy visiting here. Thanks for sharing with us!

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