The winter solstice creeps closer; darkening afternoons shade imperceptibly into night, days pass almost unnoticed between an obscure dawn and an inevitable gloaming. The sun, if it's glimpsed at all is a fugitive, a lonely glow in the grey immensity.
Still, you didn't open this email to read my dreary ruminations about winter, did you? Well, maybe. But anyway, here is the last print to emerge from the ancient, crumbling portals of the Slowly Downward Manufactory: Low Winter Sun.
Drawn with a dip-pen using Indian ink on several layers of transparent film then printed using powdered gold, clear varnish, and black ink, this print is composed of ten layers af alternating black and gold. We have made 44 of them. If this kind of thing is your kind of thing, you could do worse than clicking the button below. Happy Solstice.
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