Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
- W.B. Yeats. "The second Coming"
oil, pigment and French chalk on cardboard
22 x 10 inches
Requiem for a Love came out of a feeling.
Things fall apart reminded me of bigger things at play.
