Goat Portrait on Blue | Art Print

SKU: GT-02-GP
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  • Archival-quality giclée art print on a lovely heavy-weight paper with a smooth finish. 
  • ​Print is 8" x 8" in size; image is about 6"in diameter.
  • Each print is hand signed by the artist. 
  • Does not come with a frame, but is so very suitable for framing.  We recommend a 12" x 12" frame with a white mat.
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Other Things You Might Like to Know:  The original artwork is graphite and colored pencil on paper | © 2015 Melinda Nettles  |  Designed and printed in Oregon, USA   |  Printed on Hahnemühle Photorag 308 gsm 100% cotton rag paper, with Epson pigmented Ultrachrome HD inks.  ​
The Back Story:
Mabel Lee had been a sensible goat, kind as can be and loved by all.  At least according to the family lore, which as everyone knows is reliable only so far as it goes, so you can take your own choice about what to make of it.  Anyhow, after Mabel Lee’s passing, Mrs. Fortrum made sure that her portrait, which had been painted as a promotion for Fortrum’s Satisfying & Decadent Goat Cheeses back when Mable Lee was in her prime, was hung smack centered above the sideboard in the formal dining room, flanked by candles, adorned in early summer with blooming sweet-pea vines, followed later in the year by drifts of those giant flowers dill gets going in the height of pickling season and, at the end of summer, when everyone, including Bartholomew* the stout orange tabby cat, is fairly wilting in the heat, vases of those smallish sunflowers you find growing beside the road and some would pass on by without the slightest notice, but which Mrs. Fortrum cultivated in their hundreds in the side garden.  Around the Winter Holidays there were of course fir boughs and those little red berries, and perhaps a pot of orchids brought in from the Orangerie.  So whatever you make of the family lore, it is the truth to say that Mable Lee would forever be the heart and soul of the Fortrum household, year in and year out linking them all to the cycle of the seasons.  Thanks Mable Lee, kind as can be an loved by all.

*Ever So Important Note:  When Bartholomew was much younger and not nearly so rickety, he had of course been known to torment Mabel Lee, sneaking up from behind and letting out an ear-splitting yowl to make her jump straight up in the air like a week-old lamb.  But don’t you fret, it was all in good fun.  Mable Lee was fond of Bartholomew just the same, and soon took to outdoing him at his own game.  Catching him snoozing on the back porch, she’d tiptoe up and bleat right into his big orange ear, and he’d find himself halfway up the old black walnut tree before he’d even stopped dreaming...