With Open Arms - Woman with Heart River & Trees Art Print
With Open Arms - Woman with Heart River & Trees Art Print
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••Art Prints on Paper••
Your 13x19 inch Art Print will be created onto premium-quality heavyweight paper with an 8-ink process for vibrant, fade-proof color that illuminates YOUR space. Your smooth matte Archival Print will be hand-signed and carefully packaged for safe travels into your hands. I use archival materials so your ready-to-frame artwork will have 100+ beautiful years to inspire tender memories and touch hearts.
13x19 Prints are best custom-framed, and ship rolled.
••Stretched Canvas Prints••
Your unique and beautiful Stretched Canvas Print has premium cotton canvas printed with vivid color, sharpness and detail then stretched over 1-1/2-inch wooden bars. Your Artwork is wired to hang, with edges printed in a dark complementary color, ready to grace your wall, stir your emotions, and illustrate YOUR life journey. Shipped from my off-site photo lab.
Allow 5-7 days for creation before shipping.
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Message from the Artist: One person’s urge for a merging of ‘groups’ seems vain to me now. To assume people sharing one friend would have an interest in growing to understand each other, all together in one place. Pardon me, I’m more skeptical now of everything.
On this venture, I was quickly the emotional one, more cautious, less chatty. Perhaps I was the weird one, earnest but repelled by inauthenticity and small talk. Funny how I missed it for so long…
I assume a lack of likeability, but “nonsense, they all love you”. So, I take her hands and say, “well, I love YOU most”. It takes time for someone to earn my connection, and in this case, it has been granted.
Out bubbles my sincere words which evolve into our closing conversation, our final fragment. Our future friendship carried away on a river of sorrow, a gush that swirls with disorientation and deep distress, then insight.
We can become swept away by the silence and cruelty of others, twisting and doubtful, then thankfully compelled up onto a well-earned shoreline, where all the bullshit becomes obvious.
It’s pointless to kick yourself for believing the false. Stand tall on that warm shore instead and use those feet to move forward. A magnificent horizon awaits you, with elevated companions, arms outstretched, more authentic than you ever imagined.