first time printing



First Time Printing is a publication which comments on our complex relationship with machinery, to what extent are we emotionally in sync or misaligned with the tools we use to aid us?


photography. poetry. publishing.

Days into a project, I sat in my room, still stumped. In that moment of creative block, the worst happened: my printer jammed. The printer, like myself, had malfunctioned in its purpose of creation. It all felt very meta. My printer was personified. I was mechanised.

Jolted into a hyper-awareness of the creative’s die-hard over-reliance on technological production tools, I captured the error with a wide-angle lens, flash poised. The exaggerated perspective distorts our sense of scale; it could be the inside of a warehouse or factory, high ceilings, metal machinery, conveyor belts, or production lines.

From then on, I archived every misprint, error notice, nozzle cleaning sheet, and print-head alignment grid. 

The layout of each page is determined by a malfunction, completely arbitrary; photographs emerged half-chopped off, slightly crumpled, and pitch-black, with CMYK ink staggered across the page.

I became fascinated by its regular rhythm, the tttzzz ttzzz ttzz. I was jamming to the jam, quite literally. I contacted a musician, a friend of mine, to request a collaboration on a sound piece. I sent him audio recordings of every printer function, from which he created a soundscape. 

By definition, the multiple meanings of the verb, to jam:
  1. An improvised performance by a group of musicians, especially in jazz or blues.
  2. An instance of a thing seizing or becoming stuck.
  3. An awkward situation or predicament.
  4. Squeeze or pack tightly into a specified space. OR push (something) roughly and forcibly into position or a space. OR crowd onto (a road or area) to block it.


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