THE UNSUNNED SNOW ‘The Unsunned Snow’ is currently being proofed for a limited edition release and is available now for a special pre-publication exhibition price. mixed media edition on canvas, signed with original hand-embellishments by Tim Cantor (limited edition size of 333 with 33 Artist’s Proofs) 1,900 unframed 2,800 framed After the release: 2,100 unframed 3,000 framed ARTIST'S WRITING CLOSER DETAILS
THE UNSUNNED SNOW There's a feathery vague of vision, watery in the air The breeze is thick and stricken, and I hear its faint infliction Its pallid veil of frost, glistens with prediction A low familiar voice, hushed, hidden in the wind Coldly whispers in; "The only truth is time, and time it trickles on." This truth—it floats its law to earth; white blue, cold, and cloudless But despite the vapor's blur; of fact, of fate and fear The sunlight lifts back up Back up within the air Midday in the meadows, I seek the sky and stare The fixed ice slowly bends Crackles from a stem There's that whisper once again My conscience in the glare I see stars, planets, winters—I see time without an end I sense a sound once more I hear my voice again; "Nothing lasts forever, but life will never end."