Stoops in Snow 1930

Martin Lewis made this etching called ‘Stoops in Snow’ and, well, it’s all about the process, isn’t it? It's like he's not just depicting snow, but the very act of it falling, settling, sticking. The surface is alive with tiny, intricate marks, each one suggesting a flurry, a drift, a moment of winter's touch. Look at how the stoops themselves become these solid, geometric forms, weighed down, almost collapsing under the snow, while the figures trudge through with umbrellas. There’s a quiet kind of geometry going on there, and it feels like the built world against the weather. It reminds me of Edward Hopper, actually, with that same sense of urban isolation, but Lewis finds it in the midst of a storm, a shared experience of weather. And isn't that what art is all about, this endless conversation across time, about how we see and feel the world? Nothing is fixed. It’s all open to interpretation, and that's the beauty of it.