Ludovic Bassarab

Ludovic Bassarab kept sketching the same church long after the priest asked him to stop. He’d sit inside for hours, pencil in hand, tracing the way light fell on the old stone arches—then go home and draw the same scene again from memory. His prints feel like postcards from a place that doesn’t exist outside his sketchbook. Grab his 1930s print *Interior de biserică* and you’ll see what he meant: light doesn’t just sit on walls, it travels through them.