Boiling is the recollection of walking up to my neighbor's sugar house one clear moonlit evening in April, the ground still snow-covered. Not only was steam billowing out of the vents from the boiling maple sap, but every time a log went onto the fire in the evaporator a beautiful column of orange embers came out of the stack. My daughter-in-law, Ginger, was with me. She said "How would you ever make a print of that?" So I had to figure out how.
| Medium |
Unframed |
Framed |
Year |
Edition |
| Woodcut on Japanese Paper |
10 in. x 15 in. |
|
1999 |
300 |
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