Woolworth Building, No. 1 1913

Here's John Marin's Woolworth Building, No. 1. It's a dance of lines, a symphony in grays, etched onto a plate, then pressed onto paper. Imagine Marin, hunched over the metal, acid biting, him coaxing this iconic skyscraper into being, not as a static monument, but as something alive, almost vibrating. Look at how those lines pull and push, bending the building like it's caught in a storm, or maybe just breathing. I wonder if he felt like he was wrestling with the city itself, trying to capture its energy, its restless spirit? There’s a looseness here that feels so modern. Painters, we're all in this ongoing conversation, you know? Each mark we make, each line we scratch, echoes through time, bouncing off the strokes of the masters who came before us. Marin, with his nervous energy, reminds us that painting isn't about capturing reality, but about capturing a feeling, a fleeting moment, an imperfect truth.