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A brayer is a hand roller used in printmaking techniques to spread ink in the process of offsetting an image from a plate to paper.
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Materials [link]
They can be made of composition rubber, rubber, sponge, acrylic, polyurethane or leather. They are mounted on a spindle rod or pin, attached to a wooden handle somewhat shaped to accommodate the hand. Others have an all-metal support, while larger brayers have a double handle to apply maximum pressure.
Process [link]
The printer uses a spatula to lay out an ink "pad" usually on glass, but as long as the preparation surface is tight and smooth, there are acceptable alternatives. When the ink is clear of debris and lumps, it is ready for the brayer which is rolled systematically across the pad to produce an even layer of ink on the roller. The brayer is then applied to the block so that the ink is evenly transferred to the raised areas before the next stage of pressing paper onto the block or plate.
Uses [link]
Rubber brayers come in varieties of hardness and are primarily used for relief printing. Leather rollers are only used in lithography. Sponge rollers are used only for paint, scrapbooking and other craft applications.
References [link]
- Ross, John; Clare Romano (1991). The Complete Printmaker. Free Press. ISBN 0-02-927372-2.
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by: BrierLast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with a will
'Til next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When Ireland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came, their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
Ah, he used to mend me britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me saying, "Johnny, I love you still"
As she's Nell the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamed I held and kissed her as in the days of yore
Ah Johnny, you're only jokin', as many's the time before
Then the cock, he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill