Giuseppe Camerata

Giuseppe Camerata spent his life in a cluttered printshop near Venice, carving copper plates by day and sneaking in ink stains on his sleeves. He never left Italy, but his prints traveled across Europe, carrying whispers of what life looked like to ordinary Italians—market stalls, carnival masks, the way light hits a canal at dusk. If you stand close to *Untitled* (c. 1770), you can almost feel the damp of the lagoon in the paper’s fibers. Look for the little dog in the corner—it’s the same one he drew in half a dozen other prints.