Sometimes she would wake to the moths, with their story of how it had happened again. And it didn’t matter how late the hour or how cold the night or how carelessly those wild shooting stars were flinging themselves across the sky, she would always go out there, taking as long as the moment needed and put the moon back
This print is a multi media collage assembled from original abstract paintings i've made and then scanned in and cut up digitally.
The text is mine. Some of the words i've stolen from my poems or short stories but most were imagined after staring at the picture for long enough and trying to figure out just what these little creatures wanted to say.
The print is made using 11x14 fine art paper with archival ink on a professional grade printer. It will come to you sleeved and backed by foam core and it will be shipped very safely.