The World is on Fire
Our antlers on fire.
The heat on our back.
Don't know where we're going.
We run. And we hear...
The people we lost. The things we will miss.
The fear in the world; all say, "Run, beast, run!"
No eyes, just white fire.
No breath, just cold ice.
We just keep on running with smoke on our trail.
We know this does nothing.
We know we should stop.
We know we're not lonely.
(Not even alone)
Still, we keep running.
Still and unmoving,
we run.
We just run.
This piece is called "The World is on Fire," and it's born from the events happening outside our collective windows and the shockwaves my mother-in-law's passing brought to our home.
Lately, the world has felt like a raging fire. Like there was a spark in the underbrush, and suddenly a big gust of wind caught it, and now the trees and the grass just outside our window are on fire, and the air is thick with smoke, sparks, and the roar of fire, mixed with those otherworldly shrieks the trees let out when the fire cooks their sap and they sigh their souls out into the sky.
And in the middle of such devastation, walls mean nothing, windows mean nothing, borders mean nothing, and we're all caught in this doom loop, with a new signal of the end every way we look until we're no longer able to function properly and we just want to outrun the madness. But we can't. Because it's in our head, and whenever we go, we take the raging fire with us.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
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Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
Our antlers on fire.
The heat on our back.
Don't know where we're going.
We run. And we hear...
The people we lost. The things we will miss.
The fear in the world; all say, "Run, beast, run!"
No eyes, just white fire.
No breath, just cold ice.
We just keep on running with smoke on our trail.
We know this does nothing.
We know we should stop.
We know we're not lonely.
(Not even alone)
Still, we keep running.
Still and unmoving,
we run.
We just run.
This piece is called "The World is on Fire," and it's born from the events happening outside our collective windows and the shockwaves my mother-in-law's passing brought to our home.
Lately, the world has felt like a raging fire. Like there was a spark in the underbrush, and suddenly a big gust of wind caught it, and now the trees and the grass just outside our window are on fire, and the air is thick with smoke, sparks, and the roar of fire, mixed with those otherworldly shrieks the trees let out when the fire cooks their sap and they sigh their souls out into the sky.
And in the middle of such devastation, walls mean nothing, windows mean nothing, borders mean nothing, and we're all caught in this doom loop, with a new signal of the end every way we look until we're no longer able to function properly and we just want to outrun the madness. But we can't. Because it's in our head, and whenever we go, we take the raging fire with us.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
Our antlers on fire.
The heat on our back.
Don't know where we're going.
We run. And we hear...
The people we lost. The things we will miss.
The fear in the world; all say, "Run, beast, run!"
No eyes, just white fire.
No breath, just cold ice.
We just keep on running with smoke on our trail.
We know this does nothing.
We know we should stop.
We know we're not lonely.
(Not even alone)
Still, we keep running.
Still and unmoving,
we run.
We just run.
This piece is called "The World is on Fire," and it's born from the events happening outside our collective windows and the shockwaves my mother-in-law's passing brought to our home.
Lately, the world has felt like a raging fire. Like there was a spark in the underbrush, and suddenly a big gust of wind caught it, and now the trees and the grass just outside our window are on fire, and the air is thick with smoke, sparks, and the roar of fire, mixed with those otherworldly shrieks the trees let out when the fire cooks their sap and they sigh their souls out into the sky.
And in the middle of such devastation, walls mean nothing, windows mean nothing, borders mean nothing, and we're all caught in this doom loop, with a new signal of the end every way we look until we're no longer able to function properly and we just want to outrun the madness. But we can't. Because it's in our head, and whenever we go, we take the raging fire with us.
Note: If you select the 18×24 inch print, regardless of the option you choose, I will ship it using the “Tracked, Super Awesome” service. The cheaper option isn’t suitable for tubes, so I've priced both the same in this case. However, I will still ship it using the faster, premium, insured, and tracked service.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds beast of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
