I love printmaking. So raw.. so undeniably real. I cant explain why, but they've always seemed like a freshly opened wound to me. Like a heart might look the exact moment that it breaks.
Exactly. I couldnt agree with you more. To me it felt as if I were chiseling something from stone. Something that would last forever, no matter how imperfect it consistently insisted on being. Very beautiful indeed.
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