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 textured watercolor matte poster that brings a quiet, reflective moment into your space. Soft, desaturated tones and subtle paper grain create a vintage, almost photographic watercolor that sits gently on the wall without shouting. It works with layered, urban interiors — lean it on a shelf, float it over a console, or hang it where morning light can reveal the delicate texture. The feel is contemplative and lived-in: an artwork that invites slow looks, coffee-still mornings, and conversations that drift from memory to map. Printed on heavyweight watercolor paper with a matte, textured finish, it reads like a small discovery rather than a bold statement.
Product features
- Printed with premium archival inks for smooth tones and rich colors
- Textured 285 gsm watercolor paper with a wallpaper-like surface
- Premium textured matte finish that reduces glare
- Available in 41 sizes and horizontal, vertical, and square formats
- Assembled in the USA; slight size tolerance of +/- 1/16" due to production
Care instructions
- If the poster does gather any dust, you may wipe it off gently with a clean, dry cloth.
