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Contrary to modern meteorology, the winter storms that blanket the Northern Hemisphere of our planet originate in a castle called Weathermore, high atop a mountain in the land of the Great Kettles. Out on a terrace overlook of the castle stands the Weathermill, a very complex and temperamental machine that creates all our winter storms. Old Man Winter plays the Weathermill like a towering pipe organ, composing blizzards, flurries, dustings . . . all of it. Sometimes he can be heard singing as he works: "Snow driving heavy or drifting like a feather, I'm always at my best when I'm brewin' stormy weather."
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Height | 35 / 53 |
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Width | 21 / 32 |
Edition | LIMITED EDITION CANVAS / Masterwork Edition Canvas |
Limited Edition of | 20 / 75 |
Published | January 2001 |
Artist | Dean Morrissey |
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