Etching is a beautiful medium. The result is rich, subtle tones achieved in no other way.
Etching will suggest subtle variations of tone, the most delicate shadings, all with black lines, which, as far as lines go, are unsurpassed for sheer beauty.
Detroits industrial ruins are picturesque, like crumbling Rome in an 18th-century etching.
We struggle against easel painting not because it is an aesthetic form of painting, but because it is not modern, for it does not succeed in bringing out the technical side, it is a redundant, exclusive art, and cannot be of any use to the masses. Hence we are struggling not against painting but against photography carried out as if it were an etching, a drawing, a picture in sepia or watercolor.
I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.
Bran grabbed my hand,pulled me to a chest, and swung the heavy lid open. A white cloth covered the contents. He jerked it aside. Human heads filled the chest. "Oh God. " He scooped a mummified head from the chest by a scalp lock and thrust it at me. "All of them are mine. " This was officially the weirdest version of "come down to my place and I'll show you some etchings" I've ever been hit with.
It seems to me the charm of etching is the glimmering through of the white paper even in the shadows so that almost everything sparkles or suggest sparkles.
Your thoughts construct patterns like scaffolding in your mind. You are really etching chemical patterns. In most cases, people get stuck in those patterns, just like grooves in a record, and they never get out of them.
The sheer ease with which we can produce a superficial image often leads to creative disaster.
My aim is increasingly to make my photographs look so much like photographs [rather than paintings, etchings, etc. ] that unless one has eyes and sees, they won't be seen - and still everyone will never forget having once looked at them.
