Corbignano [Firenze] 1920 - 1933

This is Elsa Ström-Ciacelli’s 'Corbignano [Firenze]' a woodcut landscape in black and white. Imagine the artist, Ström-Ciacelli, with her tools, carefully carving into the wood. Each cut is a decision, a commitment, isn’t it? There's a certain drama in that, a push and pull between control and accident. The stark contrast evokes a hot sunny day in Italy. I can almost feel the warmth and smell the dusty earth. The hills in the background are like waves, frozen in time. They remind me that artists are constantly in conversation with each other, borrowing and riffing on ideas. Ström-Ciacelli’s work makes me think of other landscape artists grappling with how to capture a sense of place, a feeling. It's all about mark-making, isn't it? How one line can suggest so much. What do you think?