THE LITTLE PRESS BETWEEN TWO RIVERS
Hello and welcome! I’m Clare, and I own and operate Tiger Food Press, a one-woman print shop and illustration studio located in Portland, Oregon.
Inside my funky little print shack housed beneath the lilac tree within the blackberry bramble, I produce linocut art prints, block printed textiles, letterpress printed paper goods, hand bound notebooks, and small gift items featuring my drawing and care for detail.
My work is influenced by nature, from the wilderness of the west and camping trips in the Cascades, to the tamer realm of my vegetable garden. I’m inspired daily to translate my love of the outdoors and of getting my hands dirty into works of art you can display and use in your home and in your own crafts.
Please pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea and have a browse. All work you see here is drawn, carved, printed, bound, and constructed by hand here in my studio.
Visit my blog to see work in progress, ridiculous and fun how-tos and how-I-do-its, and a bit of life outside the studio.
WHAT IS TIGER FOOD?
Among the birch trees of Siberia, or perhaps in a Bengali mangrove forest, a starving, pregnant tigress pounces upon a small herd of goats. The goats bleat wildly and scatter in four directions. The poor tigress’ exertion does not result in a meal, but rather a premature birth, and her own death.
Eventually, the goats return to their hollow, inevitably coming upon the little baby tiger. The goats began raising the cub as one of their own, teaching him to graze on grass and bleat like a baby goat, until the tiger believes himself to be a goat.
Months go by, and while the tiger grows into a young juvenile, he is malnourished and weak. Soon, another tiger pounces on the flock. The goats, used to tiger antics, scatter like before, leaving the little tiger to sit in the grass with a mouthful of leaves.
“What’s this?” The tiger asked. “A tiger cub eating grass?”
“Baaaaah.” Said the young tiger.
So the tiger takes the cub by the scruff and marches to a nearby pond. They peer into the pool together and the tiger says, “Look! You’re not a goat, you’re a tiger like me.”