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About this work

You see a dark, tangled web of lines on paper—some thick, some whisper-thin—like a storm of scratches. Prassinos made this print in 1949, right after the war. The marks feel urgent, almost like he’s carving memory itself. It’s called *Le Chat*, but you’d never guess that from the chaos. If you like how ink can feel alive, look up engraving. The way lines build shadows here is pure cross-hatching.