Me And The Man In The Moon
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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It was a cool and misty evening, the kind that usually renewed your energies for the long walk home…
But something was not right.
The air in the fields, usually so invigorating, was oppressive tonight.
It clung moistly to tree branches, it held in stale smells and made the walk home deeply unnerving.
What’s more, you can’t help but feel watched as you stride boldly over rocks and scraggle-grasses, and an odd thought passes through your mind: you hope that, whatever it is, it stops looking before you reach your house. An odd thought, but still hard to shake.
As your anxiety climbs you become aware of a song running through your head, a funny old tune, THE funny old tune your Grandfather used to hum softly in the evenings after most other things had slipped from his memory…
“While I lie there counting sheep,
Through my window he comes to peep…
It’s Me and the Man in the Moon…”
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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It was a cool and misty evening, the kind that usually renewed your energies for the long walk home…
But something was not right.
The air in the fields, usually so invigorating, was oppressive tonight.
It clung moistly to tree branches, it held in stale smells and made the walk home deeply unnerving.
What’s more, you can’t help but feel watched as you stride boldly over rocks and scraggle-grasses, and an odd thought passes through your mind: you hope that, whatever it is, it stops looking before you reach your house. An odd thought, but still hard to shake.
As your anxiety climbs you become aware of a song running through your head, a funny old tune, THE funny old tune your Grandfather used to hum softly in the evenings after most other things had slipped from his memory…
“While I lie there counting sheep,
Through my window he comes to peep…
It’s Me and the Man in the Moon…”
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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It was a cool and misty evening, the kind that usually renewed your energies for the long walk home…
But something was not right.
The air in the fields, usually so invigorating, was oppressive tonight.
It clung moistly to tree branches, it held in stale smells and made the walk home deeply unnerving.
What’s more, you can’t help but feel watched as you stride boldly over rocks and scraggle-grasses, and an odd thought passes through your mind: you hope that, whatever it is, it stops looking before you reach your house. An odd thought, but still hard to shake.
As your anxiety climbs you become aware of a song running through your head, a funny old tune, THE funny old tune your Grandfather used to hum softly in the evenings after most other things had slipped from his memory…
“While I lie there counting sheep,
Through my window he comes to peep…
It’s Me and the Man in the Moon…”