Untitled from the series What Remains
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| Paper Size | 40 × 60 in |
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$2,995.00
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While our recommended frame color and border or bleed choice is what we feel best complements the art and vision of the artist, by all means, choose a look that best complements your style and space.
Paper Size: Is based on Full Bleed and adding a border will change the aspect ratio, so paper size may adjust slightly smaller.
Glazing: To eliminate reflective glare, our biggest work (70″ to 80″ on the long side) is protected by an archival laminate in lieu of acrylic. Up to 60″ on the long side is protected by UV acrylic.
Border: If the framed image above is showing a white border, then clicking on Full Bleed will not show what full bleed looks like. We only show how a border will look. Your choice will appear on your order. The border on work up to 40″ x 60″ is about 2.5″ and about 3.5″ on our biggest work.
Frame Color: Clicking on Frame Color will not change the color of the frame, but your choice will appear on your order.
Frames: Our frames are custom made from robust solid wood Studio moulding, 2″ deep with a 3/4″ face width and joined at the corners with butterfly joints.
Orientation: Some work can be displayed either horizontal or vertical—should you wish to change orientation, please contact us and we’ll place the D-rings accordingly and confirm via email.
We print exclusively on Hahnemühle 100% Cotton Photo Rag Baryta paper and museum shadowbox frame in solid wood, Studio moulding handcrafted in a robust, contemporary profile preferred by galleries and museums worldwide.
Ask us should you need help or clarification. And please double check your (c)art to ensure your choices are correct.
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The story of John and Prova, my grandparents. After many years working for the Baptist church, they settled down and started living in an old flat in the city. Within the next few years John suffered from a cancer and Prove had strokes. They were not to go out anymore. For them, everything was contained into one single room. This room, the space between the corners and the dust on the walls, all were part of their existence. While growing up, I found much love and care from them. They were young and strong. As time went by it shaped everything in it’s own way. Bodies took different forms and relations went distant. Grandma’s hair turned gray, the walls started peeling off. Objects, letters, old photographs were all that remained. Here, life is silent, suspended. Everything is on a wait.