Collection of Prints

Faul’s printmaking practice spans a range of techniques including linocuts, woodcuts, intaglio etches, and photo transfer. Each method allows him to explore the physicality of mark-making and the layered nature of memory and perception. His prints often echo the psychological depth found in his paintings, using texture, contrast, and repetition to convey emotional tension. He approaches print making as an expressive medium where to transforms raw surfaces into charged visual narratives.

In my intaglio prints I depict pagan gods—ancient, animal-bodied beings who straddle the threshold between myth and psyche. I pray not to be saved, but supported. I call on these horned, feathered, scaled spirits to walk beside me through a life of selfish strife and unspoken desires. They are not moral guides but companions in chaos—enigmatic figures with eyes that see beyond appearances. Half-human, half-creature, they offer no promises—only presence. I etch them into metal to give form to my longing, absurdity, and hunge to be imaginativer. Their mystery comforts me. Their silence holds more wisdom than doctrine. 

These are the gods who answer with ambiguity, who watch, who wait—who remind me that to to wrestle with life.

In my linocut prints of Delilah, I carve the mythic figure not as seductress alone, but as the embodiment of psychological temptation—the voice that beckons from within. Delilah becomes a mirror, reflecting the part of me that hungers for surrender, risk, and release. Who in me is tempted? The one who longs to break free from control. The one who flirts with ruin to feel alive. These prints explore how temptation isn’t merely external—it rises from the shadows of self: desire entangled with fear. 

I use stark contrast, fractured patterns, and unsettling facial expressions to evoke the dissonance of that internal pull. Delilah does not deceive. She reveals. She calls forward that psychic part that is often silenced.

These photo-transferred prints on aluminum plates depict the Red men — inner guides I encountered in a vivid dream. They arrived not with gentleness, but with undeniable presence: urgent, vocative, and impossible to ignore. Their faces, abstract and fractured, carry an imperative—a call to transformation. These beings did not comfort; they insisted.

Each figure is a mirror and a threshold, confronting me with what must change. They speak in gesture and silence, offering not answers but direction. In their fragmented, dream-wrought form, they hold a strange authority—guides from within who demand I awake, act, and become an artist.