About the work

A closer look.

No chain, no venom, no rock. A young man in a falcon-feather cloak with a flame in one palm and a knotted net at his feet, and a face that has not decided yet who it is going to be. The feathers are the shape-changing. The net is the one he built himself. The flame is the thing he was always going to be blamed for. This is him before any of it happened, while the poems still had nothing to hold against him. One JPG that prints clean at 20x16 in. The telling has no chain and no venom in it: feathers, a net he knotted himself, and the flame he'd be blamed for later. Print it yourself, or take the file to any print shop and ask for 20x16. It is the same picture either way.