Print measures 8”x8” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255 gsm Epson Somerset Velvet. This paper is 100% cotton and certified archival. This paper has some texture to it.
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
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Ray Bradbury wrote about the Autumn People, those with the night winds coursing through their veins...the people who only thought Autumn thoughts...
For them -for us- every day is Halloween, and we honor the season in big and small ways.
We light our spiced candles and look to the corn fields for signs of growth...
Yet, despite all our attempts to keep the season with us, only one night a year brings *them* to our doorstep... the children in masks and wigs, greasepaint and sheets, the children who come uttering the traditional ultimatum...
Trick-Or-Treat has lost much of its original threat.
Nowadays Hallowe'en night rarely brings eggs and toilet paper, but what about the lingering miasmas?
Unbeknownst to the little ones, attachments often form between themselves and the dead.
Their life and light attracts wandering spirits whose earthly attachments are themselves long dead.
They come to your door with the children, but sometimes they decide to stay, drawn to the warm glow of lanterns in the night.
Beware the guest that never leaves...
Print measures 8”x8” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 255 gsm Epson Somerset Velvet. This paper is 100% cotton and certified archival. This paper has some texture to it.
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
———————————————
Ray Bradbury wrote about the Autumn People, those with the night winds coursing through their veins...the people who only thought Autumn thoughts...
For them -for us- every day is Halloween, and we honor the season in big and small ways.
We light our spiced candles and look to the corn fields for signs of growth...
Yet, despite all our attempts to keep the season with us, only one night a year brings *them* to our doorstep... the children in masks and wigs, greasepaint and sheets, the children who come uttering the traditional ultimatum...
Trick-Or-Treat has lost much of its original threat.
Nowadays Hallowe'en night rarely brings eggs and toilet paper, but what about the lingering miasmas?
Unbeknownst to the little ones, attachments often form between themselves and the dead.
Their life and light attracts wandering spirits whose earthly attachments are themselves long dead.
They come to your door with the children, but sometimes they decide to stay, drawn to the warm glow of lanterns in the night.
Beware the guest that never leaves...
