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"Who Mourns For Yesterday" is an original photographic construction created by Nicolas Hall. We are offering a gorgeous 8.5 x 11 fine art reproduction. This is print number 3 of 100

The image is reproduced using archival-quality pigment ink and is printed on a matte, acid free, 100% cotton rag paper coated with a protective spray that increases resistance to water, scratches and ultra-violet light.

The print is signed, dated and numbered on the back. It will be shipped to you in a resealable cellophane sleeve that you can use to store the image safely until you are ready to frame it.

Free First-Class shipping in the US.


About This Image:

This is a cousin to my Sink or Swim image. The vastness of this image is representative of childhood. The days where we created worlds of our choosing. Where the outside world rarely encroached and was, at best, a peripheral background for our imaginations.

I never was happier than when I was alone to invent the world I wanted to play in. My creations fueled by an endless desire to make things, to draw, or to take on the role of whoever I was at that moment. On the fields of snow I felt most at home. Most myself. The blanket of white covering the landscape and allowing a clean slate, a blank page, waiting for the pen, the brush, the imagination to be released..

I was never at a loss for a new world to inhabit and I have, in my recent yeas, come to embrace that time not just as a reminiscence but to accept it completely as a thread that runs through my life. It never goes away.

Only recently have a returned to these "fields" and these blank pages. And, the further I push the encroaching world back to the periphery, where it belongs, the more room I have to explore and to grow. We lose ourselves so often in the world that we are taught is "real". But it is just filled with players too. All taking their own imaginations or lack thereof, and trying to meld them with this reality. But each is singular. Each is one of a kind.
Each is meant to be explored in silence and in solitude
In those places where we thrived
Where less is more.


"Who Mourns For Yesterday"

I could tell you the stories
Of all the games I played out there
Battles fought across the vast terrain
Glory won or
Skin and blood lost
Leaving it all on the fields of new-fallen white
Leaving the ghosts of games no one ever knew
But that I can recall like they were played yesterday

The silence was my chosen companion
Me, the sled, my breath curled in the air
And the crunch of snow under me
The rest of the world so far away
It was my sanctuary
And I, with no way of knowing
How hard it would soon become
To ever find my way back to that place
Or any place like it

nicolas hall 2011

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Who Mourns For Yesterday - 8 x 10 Urban Winter Snow Landscape - Limited Edition Print by My Antarctica

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  • Handmade item
  • Materials: archival pigment ink, matte acid free cotton rag paper, protective spray, cellophane sleeve, recycled acid free backing board, reusable mailer, a bit of imagination
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