J. Hutchisson

J. Hutchisson turns faces into maps—every wrinkle, every mole, a landmark. He drew printers' hands ink-stained as calligraphy, fingers smudged with the day's work. That's why he's here: his prints feel warm, like overhearing a conversation in a print shop where the paper still smells fresh. Look up his Beard Print Collection; one sheet shows a woman threading a needle while a cat naps in a pile of type.