'The Anima, refracted through a cloaking albumen, speaks to the common void in a scrambled and prolonged frequency. A satellite drifts and decodes the latent birdsong of a seamstress into lilting light. Callow and enamoured of darkness. Beneath us, the delicate pinwheel spins to hide a grander purpose. The stirring of an archaic augury device, seven folds deep and bound to an earth, is willing the last nucleonic being into waking up. Therefore; thrive, giant.'

A pen and ink drawing coloured digitally.

3535 x 3535 at 300dpi