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The Quilted Wrangler Hunter Art Print
- Title: Quilted Wrangler, Hunter (Print)
- Medium: a giclée or archival pigment print on acid-free matte paper
- Unframed Paper Sizes:
- 16 x 20: 15" x 19" (image) | 16" x 20" (paper); hand-signed & numbered edition of 200
- 24 x 30: 22" x 28" (image) | 24" x 30" (paper); digitally signed & numbered edition of 100
- 32 x 40: 30" x 38" (image) | 32" x 40" (paper); digitally signed & numbered edition of 200
- click here for framed dimensions
We partner with a third-party framer to offer professional matting & framing of our archival prints. Each print is custom framed, by hand, with frames produced domestically here in the USA.
Please allow up 3 weeks for delivery of framed prints including transit to/from our framer's facility. Shipping times vary depending on your distance from our framer's location and generally takes 3-5 business days upon departure. While rush framing is not available, we can expedite shipping from our framer to you. Choose FedEx 2-Day during checkout.
- Wood Gallery Frame in black, natural, or dark walnut
- UV-shielding Plexiglas | protects from 82%-85% of UV rays and 92% of light transmission
- 3" acid-free white mat with bevel edge (2.5" for 11 x 14 prints)
- Archival acid-free foam core backing (small prints are hinge mounted; large prints dry mounted)
- Protective paperback finish
- Wall bumpers
- Hanging hardware + nails
There is a time of the year when the senses collide: the smell of sagebrush and cigarette, the sound of a nightbird leaving its roost in the thicket, the hum of Grandad's truck when he picks you up to ride out into the country to find a deer. The moon is just easing back into its blanket of clouds having spent the night as a sentinel gliding through the crisp fall air. The sun is just a hiccup on the hillside, washing the predawn meadows in a grew false light. This is Grandad's realm, the pages of his life torn and creased like the lines on the backs of his knuckles, the oil on his rifle pungent and his face obscured in the early morning darkness like television static on a black and white TV.