Cincinnati Terminal 1932

Louis Conrad Rosenberg made this print of the Cincinnati Terminal, and you can see how he really went after the process. He lays out every beam and strut like he's building it himself, one tiny line at a time. The ink is delicate, almost like a whisper. Up close, the lines become a kind of architecture themselves, a scaffolding of marks holding the image together. It's fascinating how he doesn't hide anything; you see every little decision, every adjustment, every tiny wobble of the hand. Look at the way the lines thicken and thin, creating shadows and depth. The whole thing feels so precarious, like it could all collapse at any moment, but somehow, it holds. It's like Piranesi doing a construction job, or maybe even like some of the architectural fantasies of Paul Klee. This piece reminds us that art isn't just about the finished product, it's about the journey of making.