Giclée on museum quality German Etching paper.
For months, the idea for this picture had been dancing around my brain chamber, taking up space like a chubby elephant. However, since the level of snow in Boston has pretty much been shit for most of the 2012-2013 season, I found myself sitting on my hands for most of the winter, waiting for it to either start snowing or get warmer so I could move onto other ideas. That year my family decided to go up to Lincoln New Hampshire, for a weekend of skiing/snowboarding and 6 – 8 hours of me sliding on my face. At the time of planning this trip, it looked like it wasn’t going to snow anymore that season, so I decided that I might as well head north to where the snow was guaranteed. We had planned our trip to coincide with the Lunar New Year (yay fireworks!), and, just as we were leaving town, low and behold, my prayers were answered! As I was leaving Boston in search of pristine fields of snow in New Hampshire, the second biggest snowstorm of a decade comes rolling into town. I felt silly.
At the time of shooting, this was by far the most painful shoot I had ever done. The snow up that dropped in New Hampshire over that weekend was of the dry, light, and fluffy variety, which makes it absolutely terrible for making snowballs. I circumvented this problem by forming the snowballs with my bare hands, using my body heat to melt a bit of the snow and to create enough moisture to make the snow adhere to itself.
This work is available in the following sizes:
(HxW): 11” x 14” inches
edition of 15
(HxW): 20 7/16” x 30” inches
edition of 10
(HxW): 30" x 45 13/16” inches
edition of 5
This image is also available via Carroll and Sons Gallery in Boston.