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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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: In the year 1958, when I was 7 years old, my father would wake me before dawn to go fishing in the Ocean. We would drive through the foggy San Francisco streets to MUNI PIER where we would buy bait wrapped in yesterdays newspaper, and drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. He moored an old inboard with a cabin there. To my young eyes it was a Ship! As the first false dawn light began to color the world, we would board with our gear. Trembling with the morning chill, breathing out hot steam, he'd start the engine. The smell of gasoline, bait and salt water is an indelible memory.
We made slowly out the jetty and into the S.F. Bay and then under the Golden Gate bridge. Past a fearful patch of rough water called the “Potato Patch” lay the beautiful blue waters of Marin County. We would skirt the shore, find a still cove and drop anchor. These coves were always surrounded by high cliffs with wild trees shaped by the winds overhanging the edges. The Cliffs were natural wind breaks. The water was a thousand variations of blue, from deep black to azure, and still as a mirror. The smell was pine forest mixed with salt water, morning sun and exhaust fumes.
My fingers would tremble while I set my hooks and sinkers. We would sit side by side in plastic lawn chairs as the boat gently swayed in the calm morning water. The fog would begin to clear in spots and open golden holes in the sky and fingers of light pierced the water all around us. What fish we caught! I never knew what denizen of the deep I might pull from those waters! Things that I was sure no one had ever seen before! Huge green-purple kelpfish with bulging eyes and fins that looked like seaweed! Some were covered with tiny slithering worms and jittering crustaceans. There were Leopard Sharks with beautiful black and brown spots. Fish that looked like futuristic cylindrical space ships, Crabs, jellyfish! Once, a great white shark as big as our boat! It was a sensory feast for a young boy! My favorite times were slow and silent. When our lines made the only ripple upon the water. The only sound was the soft lapping of the dark water against our boat and the sound of gulls.This was the beginning of a lifelong fascination and yearning for the oceans, and all natural water in the wild.
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