“Hymn to Fanny” – 5″ x 7″ Embroidered + Matted Linocut Print

Temporary Shop Closure Notice: I appreciate your patience as I work on packing up my home and studio in Detroit to make the move to the Lewis School. My shop will be reopening on December 1st, 2021 at 12 PM. I will also be accepting commissions again upon my return. Wishing you well 'til then!

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“Hymn to Fanny” – 5″ x 7″ Embroidered + Matted Linocut Print

I turn to Keats almost daily as a channel into truth and beauty, as a reminder that the only remedy for life is love. During this time of sheltering in place, he’s inspired me to stay connected to loved ones through letters, and to seek solace in creative sustenance. Despite his periodic descents into depression, Keats remained committed to the holiness of his Heart’s affections and the truth of his Imagination. May “Hymn to Fanny” stir up the same truths in your heart, urging you to stay connected and keep creating despite the darkness of your days.

Measuring 5″ x 7″ matted, “Hymn to Fanny” has been hand-drawn, carved, printed, and embroidered onto mulberry paper and cardstock. It was printed using Black light-fast vegetable-oil based ink, and embroidered using 100% organic cotton thread.

Please note: All orders are dispatched within 1-3 working days, protected in a cellophane sleeve and posted in a board-backed envelope. If you intend your purchase to be a gift, just say the word! Gift-giving is one of my primary love-languages, so it warms my heart to help facilitate that process for others.

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Title: “Hymn to Fanny”
Materials: Mulberry Paper, Ink, Embroidery Thread, Cardstock
Dimensions: 5″ x 7″ matted
Description: Hand-drawn, hand-carved, hand-printed, and hand-embroidered linocut print

Fun Fact: This print was inspired by a letter John Keats penned to Fanny Brawne in October of 1819. They remained in love until his untimely death at the age of 25. From a poem by Mary Oliver, entitled “Fourth Sign of the Zodiac,”

You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.