intaglio
In intaglio's embrace, the image lives below the surface—grooves hungry for ink, roller coaxing it forth under pressure. It's the family of etching and drypoint: Zinc or copper yielding to needle and acid, birthing textures that snag the eye. My skies soften here, earth gains weight; think Rembrandt's fluid hatchings remixed into wad expanses or quince stills.
Motif: Sky | View All Intaglio
