Neurenberg 1867 - 1938

Etha Fles made this etching, Neurenberg, and I'm imagining her bent over the plate, head down, really seeing and feeling this cityscape. It's kind of dreamy, isn't it? I can see her working from dark to light, scratching away to let the light emerge from the shadows. It’s so atmospheric, almost like a memory. The whole thing feels like it’s dissolving into the air. You know? There’s this real push-pull between what’s there and what isn’t, between the solid buildings and the wispy clouds. Artists are always responding to one another, even across time. I like to think about Etha looking at Rembrandt's etchings and thinking about how she could make that magic happen in her own way. It’s not just about what you see, but about how you see it.