"Autumn’s Last Call" – Open Edition Matte Acrylic prints
A lone hat, left behind on a rain-soaked path, surrounded by fallen leaves—the final remnants of a season slipping away. "Autumn’s Last Call" is a moment of quiet farewell, a lingering echo of footsteps now gone, of days that can’t be reclaimed, of the beauty that exists just before everything fades.
The wooden bridge glistens with the last traces of rain, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the hush of an ending. The scattered leaves, once vibrant, now rest in stillness, carried only by the wind. It is a reminder that change is inevitable, that every season has its final breath—a call before the silence, a whisper before winter takes hold.
This piece is for those who understand the weight of transitions, who feel the ache in beautiful goodbyes, and who know that even as time moves forward, some moments stay with us forever. A final call, a last step, a season’s quiet departure.
Print Details:
Material: Fuji Crystal Archive paper, glossy
Acrylic Glass: 0,08", matte
Backing: Alu-Dibond (0.12" thick) for durability
Mounting: Aluminum rails for easy hanging
Optimized Image Quality: 70%
Each print is made to order with exceptional care, ensuring the highest quality. Because of this, please allow extra time for production and delivery.
Thank you for choosing this piece—a moment of stillness, a whisper of time, a call from autumn’s final breath.
A lone hat, left behind on a rain-soaked path, surrounded by fallen leaves—the final remnants of a season slipping away. "Autumn’s Last Call" is a moment of quiet farewell, a lingering echo of footsteps now gone, of days that can’t be reclaimed, of the beauty that exists just before everything fades.
The wooden bridge glistens with the last traces of rain, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the hush of an ending. The scattered leaves, once vibrant, now rest in stillness, carried only by the wind. It is a reminder that change is inevitable, that every season has its final breath—a call before the silence, a whisper before winter takes hold.
This piece is for those who understand the weight of transitions, who feel the ache in beautiful goodbyes, and who know that even as time moves forward, some moments stay with us forever. A final call, a last step, a season’s quiet departure.
Print Details:
Material: Fuji Crystal Archive paper, glossy
Acrylic Glass: 0,08", matte
Backing: Alu-Dibond (0.12" thick) for durability
Mounting: Aluminum rails for easy hanging
Optimized Image Quality: 70%
Each print is made to order with exceptional care, ensuring the highest quality. Because of this, please allow extra time for production and delivery.
Thank you for choosing this piece—a moment of stillness, a whisper of time, a call from autumn’s final breath.
A lone hat, left behind on a rain-soaked path, surrounded by fallen leaves—the final remnants of a season slipping away. "Autumn’s Last Call" is a moment of quiet farewell, a lingering echo of footsteps now gone, of days that can’t be reclaimed, of the beauty that exists just before everything fades.
The wooden bridge glistens with the last traces of rain, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the hush of an ending. The scattered leaves, once vibrant, now rest in stillness, carried only by the wind. It is a reminder that change is inevitable, that every season has its final breath—a call before the silence, a whisper before winter takes hold.
This piece is for those who understand the weight of transitions, who feel the ache in beautiful goodbyes, and who know that even as time moves forward, some moments stay with us forever. A final call, a last step, a season’s quiet departure.
Print Details:
Material: Fuji Crystal Archive paper, glossy
Acrylic Glass: 0,08", matte
Backing: Alu-Dibond (0.12" thick) for durability
Mounting: Aluminum rails for easy hanging
Optimized Image Quality: 70%
Each print is made to order with exceptional care, ensuring the highest quality. Because of this, please allow extra time for production and delivery.
Thank you for choosing this piece—a moment of stillness, a whisper of time, a call from autumn’s final breath.