My first portfolio, The Owl and the Pussycat, 1979, edited at the Rodríguez-Acosta Foundation
Photos by Mike Booth
Painting Came First
I was a painter for 16 years before I started studying fine-art printmaking. Like many nice things in my life it happened in a serendipitous way. I had known for some time that Granada had a private art foundation that selected artists from around the world for training in their exclusive printmaking workshop, but I was convinced that I didn’t quality to apply there. I had seen an exhibit of etchings done there and they seemed to me like sheer magic. I thought, “How on earth did they do that?”
Then one day I bumped into my English painter friend, Louise Waugh, and she was over the moon because she had just been accepted to work at the Fundación Rodríguez-Acosta, the printmaking foundation created by Granada artist and philanthropist, Miguel Rodríguez-Acosta. “How did you manage that?” I asked her. “I just presented a portfolio of sketches.” The following week I showed up trembling at the door of the Foundation’s workshop with my portfolio under my arm. A couple of weeks later I received a note instructing me to show up at the taller on Monday morning ready to go to work. I couldn’t believe it.
Pepe Lomas, the Heart and Soul
José García Lomas (left) and Miguel Rodríguez-Acosta in the Foundation workshop
The heart and soul of the Foundation printmaking workshop was José García Lomas, the maestro grabador. Pepe had been formed as a master printmaker in workshops in Italy and in Barcelona and was a meticulous teacher, respectful of his students’ own styles and creativity, always conscientiously avoiding the imposition of his own. I worked under Pepe’s guidance for two and a half years, until the Foundation workshop closed. I thought I was there learning to etch. But now that I have my own workshop and work with artists I realize that my maestro was also, at the same time and by subtle example, teaching me to teach. For that I am eternally grateful.
If Pepe thought you were serious he was lavishly generous with his printmaking knowledge. As I was usually the first one to arrive at the studio and was very keen, Pepe went out of his way to see to it that I was given a proper formation in etching. We would have breakfast together most mornings—café con leche and pastries– at the Sibarí bar on the corner. And when my husband Mike came to pick me up at midday we would all have a couple of wines together at the tapas bar halfway down the block. I was in my element; those were good times.
There weren’t more than a dozen active artists at the Foundation and rarely did more than three or four of them show up at one time. Many days I had the workshop, the maestro and his two assistants all to myself. I felt privileged, like an apprentice in a Renaissance etching studio, only better. I didn’t have to sweep up. Looking back I can conceive of no greater luxury. The norm at the workshop was three or four working proofs per plate. But if Pepe saw you were onto something he would let you keep on pulling proofs for as long as you needed. I say “pulling proofs,” but the truth is I never printed a single plate in all my time at the Foundation. That was always done by one or the other of the two studio assistants, Pepito and Ángel.
The All-Important Atmosphere
Miguel Rodríguez-Acosta, the workshop’s founder, at work
Whether by luck or by design the Fundación Rodríguez-Acosta studio was an ideal setting for making prints. The walls were lined with benches with individual lights over the work spaces. Except for the light over the big motorized etching press, that was the only illumination and it created an almost monastic atmosphere of seriousness and purpose. There, under Pepe’s watchful supervision I made my first plate. On it he taught me to use different tools and chemicals to achieve the principal traditional etching techniques: acid etching and aquatint, soft ground, sugar lift, carborundum and dry point, along with something Pepe called “craquelado,” “crackling.”
My maestro was a meticulous artist and teacher and he made me meticulous. He was a stickler for the preparation of the plate, scrupulously polishing the surface and beveling the edges. Sometimes, even today, I’m shocked to see printmakers come into my studio with rough, ragged-edged plates, and I always think of Pepe.
Some of My Early Work
Printmaking Courses in Spain 