REQUIEM FOR THE FEATHERED

To the last of your species, your kind, your kin, your feathered folk of brothers.  You sink your song with ink to skin to scribe the pain of others. She cares nought, tis worth the pain, aquiver and ecstatic. For one as her, curse’d lost, who’ll wrest a thrill at any cost, she notes the tone hieratic.

LIAM BARR

Requiem for the Feathered

Hahnemuhle Photo Rag 308gsm - 100% cotton rag

61 x 48 cm edition of 25 numbered and signed

$730 unframed  

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