In Peterdi’s long series of views of the marshes, fields, and seas about him on the Connecticut coast, he often returned to the simple purity and power of line engraving, which had been his first love in Paris.

“Years later, surrounded by the gentle landscape of Connecticut, the drama and violence of my war years was slowly replaced by a poetic reality—an awareness of the eternal cycles of growing things.”

Gabor Peterdi, 1963