Etchings
First scratch, second scratch, third line leaves its mark
Whistler’s needle against the copper brings a surface of the park
Closer lines, darkness refined
The rubbings leave their shine.
Whittle away, bit by bit, what emerges is the city sky.
The result of the final printing lesson by Leslie Nan Moon for the three-week period of play!
Nice!
Thanks.
That’s really cool.
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