He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the changeling Hope
In the the black cave of Despair
He only looked upon the sun
And drank the morning air.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine
But he drank the air as though it held
Some healthful anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
Oscar Wilde from 'The ballad of Reading Gaol'
The dark red lettering could be barbed wire or a bloody tearing down the page that scratches, into the grey, blocked letters which symbolise a prison wall.
Lithographic Art Print
Size 650mm x 940mm edition size 25
£115 plus p&p
