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Ravens Call – Intaglio Print Giveaway –

Raven’s are haunting mystical beings, which have inhabited the world of myth for thousands of years.  But the crisp cool days of fall, always seems to be their time. When a raven’s cry can carry through the crisp air and right into your heart. These beautiful Intaglio prints capture ravens in all their glory. Handcrafted by award-winning Printmaker Larry Vienneau. Who’s work has been shown in the US, Canada, Russia, Hong Kong, and Uruguay as well as being included in four museum collections. These prints are absolutely striking and feel as though the ravens can simply fly from the page!

GIVEAWAY ALERT: Want to win one of the amazing Intaglio prints shown above? To enter the giveaway simply leave a comment with your favorite bird and why. The best comment wins  an Inquisition Intaglio Print. The giveaway ends Tuesday October 12 at midnight.

Photo: Courtesy of Larry Vienneau

Available at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/larryvienneau


6 thoughts on “Ravens Call – Intaglio Print Giveaway –

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  2. Ravens are a totem of mine and when they talk, I listen. Raven guided my daughter’s soul to earth and helped me to announce her arrival. Sometimes though, I need my daughter to go to the back door, like she did when she was two and yell out to them “shut up you guys!” They always listen to her…

  3. I’ve always been a fan of blue jays. Not for their song, obviously, but for their fearlessness. We had a tough cat when I was growing up and one day she decided to take on a blue jay. Long story short, the blue jay won, and our cat never messed with another, ever again.

  4. From the courtyard
    The boy and I heard the cackling
    off the tenements in the rough section of town
    where the refugees and the pensioners lived.

    We had been playing with plastic bubbles and
    hiding plastic soldiers in the trees
    When it started the boy imagined some
    Mythical creature hidden in the clothesline
    of a third floor walk up.
    We saw nothing
    A branch fell from high up the locust tree
    And crashed on the side walk not
    two feet from us
    As it did a raven flew off
    and perched on a building further down the street.
    Lets play one more the boy said.
    And one more after that.
    It was an afternoon to abandon reason
    Somedays all the stars just fall out the bottom of the barrel, for a bit it seems that we can’t capture them then
    the children want to play and play endlessly. The raven laughs first
    mysteriously, then infectiously and the barrel starts to glow again. even
    in the canyons between the tenements where the bedbugs are plotting to
    overtake the hill and branches are falling off spindly, but still green leafed trees, we dance in that glow.Everyday we listen for that laughter.

  5. My favorite bird is the penguin because it’s silly and can’t fly. It’s always well-dressed in a tuxedo, in haute colours of black & white and looks ready for a *jump* and *slide* on its belly.

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