A House 1961

Anton Lehmden made this etching called 'A House' with ink and metal, and it's the kind of print where you can almost smell the acid. Look at how the lines swarm and hatch, like bees building a hive out of pure architectural fantasy. The marks are urgent, obsessive – see how they define every block, every column, every little detail of this impossible structure? It’s as though Lehmden wasn’t just depicting a house, but conjuring one into being. The whole thing feels like a fever dream, the kind you have after reading too much Piranesi. It's this intensity of line, this relentless attention to detail, that really grabs you. It reminds me of the way Klee would build a world out of just a few simple strokes, but here it’s all amped up on some kind of gothic energy drink.