From the artist: I have spent hours walking along Pittsburgh's rivers. This image was taken along the Allegheny, and features a railroad bridge that carries passengers and freight northwestward from the city. One night, this happened:
I found myself one night wandering along the river, and came to rest on a bench under the bridge. A swift wind picked up some leaves and swirled into a Fibonacci spiral. Suddenly, a fox appeared and asked rather politely if he could share the bench. I was very pleased, and enthusiastically gestured toward the seat next to me. His coat was made of a patchwork of brilliant colors, blues, and purples and greens, stitched together like needle work. He mentioned that he was waiting for a boat to take him along the river, and was pleased to have someone to pass the time with. A rainbow unicorn passed by, her coat shining like a field of lightning bugs, and he waved. That is my friend Sparkle. I said she is beautiful. He told me that the best thing about being a furry Was the look of joy in people‘s faces when they saw him. He said that he would go into nursing homes and delight in the transformation of people‘s attitudes, as if it was their 10th birthday again. This made me think of my mother, sitting in a nursing home at that moment off her mind on morphine, and my eyes became heavy with sorrow. He put his yellow paw on mine, and we looked out at the river, which sparkled as the city’s lights danced with the ripples. I asked him if wearing a mask and hiding his identity helped him to be more truly himself, Removing the ego to more fully express the ID. He said he thought of it as a triangle, the ego, ID and heart come together to form one. And every day we all wear masks, each one various expressions of the three in balance. The fox favored his heart. He asked me what animal I would turn into if I could. I looked up at the sky, graceful clouds over field of blue yielding to a glorious fuscia sunset. I am a crow, I said, and spread my wings wide. I let him Marvel at the shimmery iridescence of my feathers , which shimmered like pearls. Then with a leap, I flapped my wings, and flew toward the crescent moon.
A matte stretched canvas that feels like a quiet, amber-lit memory on your wall. Subtle texture and a soft, non-reflective finish let the layered, dreamlike artwork breathe — a ghostly bridge set against reflected and shadowed trees. The image fades into blank space, creating an atmosphere that invites slow, contemplative looks. Hang it in a reading nook, over a mantel, or where evening light pools to deepen the mood. Built to hold its color and form, this canvas becomes more intimate with time.
Product features
- Matte, non-reflective finish for reduced glare and richer detail
- Durable cotton-poly canvas (333 g/m²) with proprietary coating for vibrant, lasting prints
- Stretched on sustainably sourced radiata pine frame (0.75" profile)
- Printed with non-toxic, UL-certified Greenguard Gold latex inks
- Soft rubber dots on the back keep the canvas steady when hung
Care instructions
- If the canvas does gather any dust, you may wipe it off gently with a clean, damp cloth.
