I love woodcuts and I make woodcuts. On this blog I write about woodcuts I love and woodcuts I make.
It's wacky--not still. More like mechanical yet disjointed, the legs in sections barely holding together--the black and white emphasizing the coldness of the image, the poor horse trapped in the strings and bars of his fate.
Thanks, mom. Maybe I just couldn't see it because I had just made it and was disappointed with how it turned out compared with what I had had in mind. It is really hard to write something objective and thoughtful about a piece I made just hours ago.