Paris Light 1963

Frank Wright made this print, Paris Light, sometime in his lifetime. Look at the peachy light as it dissolves upwards into the hazy purple of the sky. It’s so gentle. You can see how the marks of the printmaking process are not entirely uniform and mechanical. It's a reminder of the hand that guided its making, a really human touch. I love how the texture in the sky suggests depth. The surface isn’t flat, which makes it feel more like a memory of a sunset than just a picture of one. Those rooftops at the bottom, rendered in such detail, anchor the dreamy expanse above. The whole thing feels so balanced, like a quiet moment captured in ink. It reminds me a little of how Bonnard uses color to evoke a feeling. Anyway, it’s just nice, isn't it? It’s nice to look at.