Collingwood

Collingwood is where the trip became real. We'd been planning the work for months — the printing station in the trunk, the sampling pipeline, the partnerships with local shops — and here was the first place we actually did it.

The town has layers. The grain terminal on the water is one century; the ski hills fifteen minutes inland are another. Main Street holds the middle. The colors we pulled here lean toward the industrial shoreline — steel blues, weathered reds, the particular grey the sky gets before rain.

Every print in this sub-collection was sampled in the span of a single April week and printed at a local shop in town. About sixty cents of every dollar spent here stays in this community.