But Woman's Work is Never Done 1934

Lyman Byxbe, sometime in the 20th century, made this etching called *But Woman’s Work is Never Done*. Look how the ink rests on the paper, creating this whole world out of tiny marks. It feels like a memory, or a dream half-remembered. There's a quiet beauty to it, even with the starkness of the scene. You can imagine Byxbe, hunched over the plate, carefully etching each line, thinking about the woman in the field, the endless cycle of chores. The way he captures the light, filtering through the clouds, makes you feel the chill in the air. And that bare tree, reaching up like a skeleton, it adds a touch of melancholy, doesn't it? I'm thinking about other printmakers, like Käthe Kollwitz, who used similar techniques to convey the weight of human experience. Ultimately, it's about connection, isn't it? Artists talking to each other across time, sharing their visions, and reminding us that we're all in this together, working, dreaming, and making art.