On a sunny day in June, Carol MacDonald stands beside a glass countertop awash with gem-colored swaths of colorful ink. At 59, she is tall and slim, with piercing, sea-green eyes and cropped, silvery hair. As she talks, MacDonald wipes two bright blots of cobalt-blue ink from her arm with a laugh. In the lofty confines of her studio, hundreds of her artworks cover the walls almost edge to edge, evidence of her years of dedicated work, consummate skill and singular vision at the printing press.... Read more
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