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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Halloween night brings with it a whiff of uncertainty-you never know what could be lurking on your your porch, what might be breathing on the other side of the door.
We always assume we'll be met by the festive exuberance of children, and usually we are.
And when we aren't, it's usually just the odd teen, the one who hasn't yet yielded.
The one who holds out "just one more year," despite the burdens of peer pressure and adult resistance.
The one whose love of the holiday is just too expansive to be warded off by chiding voices telling them that they're too old.
Even when it is children, they try to fool us with masks and face-paint, with wigs and rubber claws.
Sometimes they try to disguise their voices, but once the creatures speak we know. We know that under that devil mask is a big sister, a beloved daughter, and we're also pretty sure that despite her wild appearance she probably picked out that mask and tunic set at the local Woolworth's. They carry all the latest Ben Cooper costumes. At least that's what the commercials say.
Even when we're comfortable with the children standing at our door, Halloween presents other dangers- and sometimes, just sometimes, the children don't even know what they're bringing with them.
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).
———————————————
Halloween night brings with it a whiff of uncertainty-you never know what could be lurking on your your porch, what might be breathing on the other side of the door.
We always assume we'll be met by the festive exuberance of children, and usually we are.
And when we aren't, it's usually just the odd teen, the one who hasn't yet yielded.
The one who holds out "just one more year," despite the burdens of peer pressure and adult resistance.
The one whose love of the holiday is just too expansive to be warded off by chiding voices telling them that they're too old.
Even when it is children, they try to fool us with masks and face-paint, with wigs and rubber claws.
Sometimes they try to disguise their voices, but once the creatures speak we know. We know that under that devil mask is a big sister, a beloved daughter, and we're also pretty sure that despite her wild appearance she probably picked out that mask and tunic set at the local Woolworth's. They carry all the latest Ben Cooper costumes. At least that's what the commercials say.
Even when we're comfortable with the children standing at our door, Halloween presents other dangers- and sometimes, just sometimes, the children don't even know what they're bringing with them.
