Original artwork description:

Sapphics (Detail)

So it is: sleep comes not on my eyelids.

Nor in my eyes, with shaken hair and white

Aloof pale hands, and lips and breasts of iron,

So she beholds me.



And yet though sleep comes not to me, there comes

A vision from the full smooth brow of sleep,

The white Aphrodite moving unbounded

By her own hair.

William Faulkner

Materials used:

Cypress wood ( Chamaecyparis lawsoniana ), genuine leather