Poetic Uncertainty: Feeling Your Way Through the Image

Part of photogravure’s ambiguity, the soft tones, the missing details, lies in what’s left unsaid.

In a world saturated with sharpness, precision, and metadata, photogravure offers a welcome blur. A refusal to define. Its language is one of suggestion rather than statement and in that ambiguity lies its strength.

Photogravure doesn’t give us every detail. The soft transitions between light and shadow, the velvety blacks, the texture that seems to shimmer with memory rather than fact - these elements don’t tell a story so much as evoke one. They give the viewer room. Room to wonder. Room to feel.

This ambiguity isn't an accident. It's an integral part of the process. The plate doesn’t record the world like a digital sensor; it interprets it. Ink and paper don’t reproduce exactly—they translate. Something shifts in the alchemy, and that shift creates space. Space for poetry. Space for uncertainty.

The power of the half-seen:

Think of how memory works. We don’t remember life in 300 dpi. We recall gestures, tones, fragments. A hand resting on a window. Light caught in someone’s hair. A glance. These are emotional truths, not factual ones - and photogravure, with its smoky depths and gentle imprecision, speaks in that same emotional register.

Ambiguity lets the viewer participate. Instead of being handed a complete picture, they’re invited to complete it themselves. They fill in the gaps, project their own meanings, feel their way through the image rather than scanning it for data.

It’s an act of co-creation.

There is something deeply human in ambiguity. The need to make sense, the tendency to intuit, the comfort in not having all the answers. Photogravure taps into that. It doesn’t just show - it asks. What do you see? What do you remember? What do you feel?