"What The Stars Saw" Fine Art Prints

"What The Stars Saw" Fine Art PrintsAbout This Listing This is an unframed archival fine art print on Moab's Natural Rag paper. The print measures 11x14 inches, including a half inch white border margin around the perimeter of the piece. Prints are labelled and signed by the artist in pencil in the bottom margin. (Please note that the listing photos show the original watercolor painting, not the print. The print is derived from a high resolution scan of the painting shown in the listing

About This Listing
This is an unframed archival fine art print on Moab's Natural Rag paper. The print measures 11x14 inches, including a half-inch white border margin around the perimeter of the piece. Prints are labelled and signed by the artist in pencil in the bottom margin. (Please note that the listing photos show the original watercolor painting, not the print. The print is derived from a high-resolution scan of the painting shown in the listing photos.)

This piece is an illustration for Bryana's micro-fiction story "What The Stars Saw," and will be shipped with an accompanying printed version of the story. (You can read the full micro-fiction story in the listing photos and below.)

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WHAT THE STARS SAW
There was a big blue water that was still and then began to boil and roll. Silver fishes jumped out of it. The jungles were dripping and housed large eyes. Dances began to erupt around fires. They spread to each corner though no one taught them. Carrying stones here and there seemed to be a major occupation. They were planted in circles and later in long rows. No one wanted to be forgotten. A woman checked the post every day and was disappointed. Two oceans away a ship sank with all hands. The hands reached up, but nothing reached down. A child who was hungry was not fed though he stood on a street until it was dark and then slept there. Everyone had a lot of work to do and still not all the problems could apparently be fixed. Red smoke ballooned in one spot and then another. Forests were fading out. A great spire fell and people hugged each other with tears rolling off their faces. “We will rebuild,” they said with descending eyebrows. The dance seemed to be going faster and faster. It was hard to say how it would end. 

“My my,” one of the stars said, setting down some binoculars and looking at his watch. “Lunch hour already. Time, as they say, flies.”

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