And the Day is a Wounded Boy I
Pencil and mylar on paper
22" x 30"
“The dead wear mossy wings. / The cloudy wind and the clear wind / are two pheasants in flight through the towers, / and the day is a wounded boy.
A giant of water fell down over the hills, / and the valley was tumbling with lilies and dogs. / In my hands’ violet shadow, your body, / dead on the bank, was an angel of coldness.”— Gacela of the Dead Child, Federico García Lorca