My grandmother always had ribbon candy in a fancy box on the table in her very formal living room. As a child I was aware of the visual and sensual allure of the serpentine, fragile stuff. My mother signaled to me that it was off limits. And I sensed that it was as impossible to eat as it was to touch. With reverence, I would study the light passing through the ribbon candy like a stained glass window in a cathedral.All prints are are printed on 100% cotton rag paper using archival inkjet pigments and are accompanied by an authenticity card containing the edition number and the artist's scanned signature.