All Hallows
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 245g textured watercolor fine art paper. It has a matte finish and a bit of tooth to it, and is highly durable (made from poly cotton fiber).
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
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How sweet! you say, commenting on the costumes worn by the youthful threesome standing on your porch.
A chubby kid in a skeleton onesie. A round-nosed Devil, complete with pointed pitchfork. In-between them, a little ghost in an apparently unwashed sheet. You beam, and tell them you’ve always preferred the classic monsters.
But your smile falls as you remember...Halloween isn’t for three more nights, you haven’t even picked up candy yet.
The closer you look the more you’re unnerved by these kids…there’s something about the way they stand there, swaying slightly in the breeze. This whole time you’ve been so busy gushing over their costumes and they haven’t moved an inch. You’ve never heard them speak, and as you stare at them, all you hear is the creaking of the old porch. Or is it the wind in the trees?
You brace yourself, wondering what their alternative to “treat” could be as you apologize and slowly back away. You turn your head for an instant as you reach for the door but as you’re about to enter you turn around to..
Nothing.
No children. No Ghosts, nor Demons.
Just the the creaking of heavy branches as the wind echoes through thick cracks in the aged wood of the porch.
The air has an empty quality. Then the laughter begins.
Clear and bright, unruly and defiant: the laughter of children. It echoed through the crackle of dead leaves and hung heavy in the clouded skies.
Trick-or-Treat, indeed.
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 245g textured watercolor fine art paper. It has a matte finish and a bit of tooth to it, and is highly durable (made from poly cotton fiber).
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
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How sweet! you say, commenting on the costumes worn by the youthful threesome standing on your porch.
A chubby kid in a skeleton onesie. A round-nosed Devil, complete with pointed pitchfork. In-between them, a little ghost in an apparently unwashed sheet. You beam, and tell them you’ve always preferred the classic monsters.
But your smile falls as you remember...Halloween isn’t for three more nights, you haven’t even picked up candy yet.
The closer you look the more you’re unnerved by these kids…there’s something about the way they stand there, swaying slightly in the breeze. This whole time you’ve been so busy gushing over their costumes and they haven’t moved an inch. You’ve never heard them speak, and as you stare at them, all you hear is the creaking of the old porch. Or is it the wind in the trees?
You brace yourself, wondering what their alternative to “treat” could be as you apologize and slowly back away. You turn your head for an instant as you reach for the door but as you’re about to enter you turn around to..
Nothing.
No children. No Ghosts, nor Demons.
Just the the creaking of heavy branches as the wind echoes through thick cracks in the aged wood of the porch.
The air has an empty quality. Then the laughter begins.
Clear and bright, unruly and defiant: the laughter of children. It echoed through the crackle of dead leaves and hung heavy in the clouded skies.
Trick-or-Treat, indeed.
Print measures 9”x12” (Has Border)
Giclee print on bright white 245g textured watercolor fine art paper. It has a matte finish and a bit of tooth to it, and is highly durable (made from poly cotton fiber).
Acid and Lignin-free (Lignins acidify paper as they degrade over time).
———————————————
How sweet! you say, commenting on the costumes worn by the youthful threesome standing on your porch.
A chubby kid in a skeleton onesie. A round-nosed Devil, complete with pointed pitchfork. In-between them, a little ghost in an apparently unwashed sheet. You beam, and tell them you’ve always preferred the classic monsters.
But your smile falls as you remember...Halloween isn’t for three more nights, you haven’t even picked up candy yet.
The closer you look the more you’re unnerved by these kids…there’s something about the way they stand there, swaying slightly in the breeze. This whole time you’ve been so busy gushing over their costumes and they haven’t moved an inch. You’ve never heard them speak, and as you stare at them, all you hear is the creaking of the old porch. Or is it the wind in the trees?
You brace yourself, wondering what their alternative to “treat” could be as you apologize and slowly back away. You turn your head for an instant as you reach for the door but as you’re about to enter you turn around to..
Nothing.
No children. No Ghosts, nor Demons.
Just the the creaking of heavy branches as the wind echoes through thick cracks in the aged wood of the porch.
The air has an empty quality. Then the laughter begins.
Clear and bright, unruly and defiant: the laughter of children. It echoed through the crackle of dead leaves and hung heavy in the clouded skies.
Trick-or-Treat, indeed.