Carol Walklin

Carol Walkin had a habit of printing on the train, rolling up proofs in her coat sleeve and pulling them out on station platforms. The prints themselves look like they’ve been dipped in soot and moonlight—thick blacks and sharp whites, no in-between. The little you can find of her online points to 1988 as a year when she showed a whole series of these black-and-white city fragments; start with “Print Collection, 1988” and follow the edges—you’ll see she liked to frame the blur between platform and pavement.