This fox art print is available in 5x7 or 8x10 sizes. The illustration is printed on archival matte photo paper. Each piece is designed and printed in-house with eco-friendly practices, using vibrant pigment inks and shipped in recycled or reclaimed materials. This woodland wall art captures the stillness of winter’s edge, a quiet pause before the joyful arrival of spring. Product Details: Dimensions: 5"x7" or 8"x10" Originally created in alcohol marker Designed and printed in-house Printed with archival, vibrant pigment-based inks Ships with 100% recycled, reclaimed, or reused materials Origin: Printed in the U.S.A. About the Paper: Archival matte photo paper for lasting quality 100% recyclable Paper made in the U.S.A About The Artist Shannon Marie creates original mixed-media and watercolor art, often blending paint, gouache, ink, and other techniques. Each piece is printed with eco-friendly practices in mind. Alongside every artwork is a unique story that reflects the beauty of small, everyday moments. Her stories acts as a reminder to slow down and notice the little things in life. Shannon hopes that when you look at her art, you feel encouraged and at peace, knowing it was created with both heart and sustainability in mind. Story: The Edge of Spring He stood at the edge of the woods that creaked and moaned. Now that the snow had thinned and the earth began to remember warmth, the trees could stretch toward the heavens once more. The wind carried something soft. Not quite a scent, not quite a sound, but something familiar, like a memory that rose with his breath. Winter had been long, but not unkind. There had been time to rest, to think, to walk slowly through the hush only the snow can bring. And now, without rush or reason, something inside him, like a flame, began to flicker. He didn’t move just yet. Not because he needed to be still, but because stillness felt good. The hush around him held room for wonder, for remembering the scent of blooming things and imagining the feel of soft grass underfoot. He was lost in the kind of daydream that visits just before joy returns. The time would come for running. For leaping through green fields and chasing the wind. But today, the joy was in the waiting. In the knowing. In the slow and certain coming of spring. “All the best things are wild and free.”— Henry David Thoreau
