Printed on acid free, textured fine art paper and finished with a mat.
"The Tyger" by William Blake is pretty much my favorite poem. Back in sixth grade, I was made to learn it overnight, as a punishment for being late for class. To this day, I still thank the teacher for it.
"The Tyger" was Blake's metaphor for the utterly awesome power and terror of God/The Creator/Creation. Think about it. We're very small. Creation is very, very big. What "immortal hand or eye" could possibly conceive of something on such a grand scale? And are you sure you'd want to know the answer to that? Would anybody?
Most art is never as good as the first time you experience it. "Tyger" is the exact opposite. If you remember the poem, if it stays with you, it never gets smaller. It just keeps on growing and growing, going deeper and deeper, scarier and scarier. Burying itself into your psyche. Yeah, Baby....