A Dream Of Death
W.B. Yeats
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
She was more beautiful than thy first love,
But now lies under boards
One of the images for the show with Blackstack Studio to take place in August 2015 in Grennan Mill, Thomastown for the duration of the Kilkenny Arts Festival. 
I continued with the process started in Hippocampus (2013) and then in Le Sacre du Printemps (2014) of creating shapes, textures out of monoprints and  screenprints. Then assembling them digitally to create these images. 
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