Jags 1973

Editor: This is "Jags" by Michael Rothenstein. It's undated, but the Tate tells us he lived from 1908 to 1993. It looks like a woodblock print, all in moody blues and blacks. It feels almost…claustrophobic to me. What do you see in this piece? Curator: Claustrophobic, yes, I feel that too! But also, strangely inviting. Rothenstein's "Jags" feels like a half-remembered dream. It reminds me of a time when the boundary between abstraction and representation was joyfully blurred. It's like peering into the soul of wood, isn’t it? Editor: Definitely. The texture is so compelling. I hadn't thought about it that way, but I can see the invitation now. Curator: And isn't that the magic of art? To shift our perspective, to whisper secrets we didn’t know we were longing to hear. Editor: Absolutely! I'll never look at a wood print the same way again.