THE NIGHT TRAWLERS • Signed Edition • 2 sizes available.

Open Edition Museum Quality Paper Giclee Print. SIGNED BY THE ARTIST.

Now you have a choice of 2 sizes. The 23in x 32in XL Edition, ($130.00) or the Regular Edition size, ($95.00) 15in x 21in. You can make your size selection below.

"THE NIGHT TRAWLERS" by R.S. Connett © 2018

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SHIPPING IS FREE IN THE USA • $20.00 TO MOST OTHER LOCATIONS WORLD WIDE

Image Sizes: The Extra Large Edition size is 32" x 23" (81.28 cm. X58.42 cm.) and printed on a 24 " x 35" sheet. The Regular Edition size 15in x 21in, (38.1cm X 53.34 cm.) is printed upon a 24" X 18" Sheet. BOTH are printed on Heavy White Archival paper.

These Heavy Paper Giclee prints are printed on 100% acid-free, 255 gsm paper, 18ML, .02 inch thickness. It's thick and feels solid to the touch. Thicker paper allows for the use of more ink, and more ink creates a deeper, richer print. The inks I use will not fade for 70-80 years according to the manufacturer. The finish is Semi-Gloss, (aka: "SATIN").

This print is signed by the Artist on the IMAGE, NOT on the white outer border of the print. NOTE: The print can be signed on the outer white border if you request it in notes at checkout. However, this will give your framer fewer color choices for the matte because the white border will need to be exposed to show the signature.

Framing instructions will be included with the print.

Shipping Time: These are usually shipped to you within 5-7 days

PAPER PRINTS ARE SHIPPED ROLLED. I guarantee that your art will reach you in perfect condition. I will replace any print damaged or lost in shipping free of charge. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money will be refunded.

THE STORY & INSPIRATION FOR THE NIGHT TRAWLERS: When I was just six years old, my father and I began a cherished ritual: nearly every weekend, we would go fishing together in the vast Pacific. Before the sun even hinted at rising, he’d gently wake me, and off we’d go—driving through the misty, sleeping streets of San Francisco to the old MUNI Pier. There, we’d buy bait wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper before crossing the Golden Gate Bridge toward Sausalito, where my father kept a weathered inboard boat with a cozy little cabin. To me, it felt like a mighty ship, ready for adventure! As the first blush of dawn painted the sky, we’d haul our gear on board. Shivering from the morning cold, I’d watch as my father started the engine, the air filling with the unforgettable mix of gasoline, saltwater, and bait—a scent forever etched in my memory.

We’d glide slowly past the jetty, into San Francisco Bay, and beneath the towering Golden Gate Bridge. Beyond a treacherous stretch called the “Potato Patch,” the bay opened up to the serene, sparkling blues of Marin County’s coastline. We’d skirt the shores, searching for a hidden cove to anchor in. These magical inlets were cradled by towering cliffs, their wind-sculpted trees leaning out over the water. The cliffs shielded us from the wind, and the water itself shimmered with endless shades of blue, from the deepest navy to brilliant azure, still as glass. The scent was a heady blend of pine, salt, sunlight, and the tang of engine exhaust.

With trembling fingers, I’d ready my hooks and sinkers. Then, side by side in faded plastic lawn chairs, we’d settle in as the boat rocked gently on the glassy water. As the fog drifted apart, golden sunlight broke through in scattered beams, illuminating the water in a magical dance of light and shadow.

And the fish we caught! Each trip brought new surprises from the depths—strange and wondrous creatures I was certain no one else had ever seen. There were hulking green-purple kelpfish with bulging eyes and seaweed-like fins, some crawling with tiny, wriggling worms and skittering crustaceans. We’d haul up leopard sharks, their spotted hides gleaming, or fish so odd they looked like alien spaceships. Sometimes we caught crabs or watched jellyfish drift by. Once, we saw a great white shark nearly as long as our boat! It was a sensory feast for my young imagination. Yet, my favorite moments were the quiet ones: the only ripples from our drifting lines, the gentle lapping of water against the hull, and the distant cries of seabirds. Gazing into the dark water below, I imagined enormous, mysterious creatures swirling in the hidden depths.

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