This piece is inspired by the poem, "Ode to a Nightingale", by John Keats.
"That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease."
The boxed images in my work reflect the poem's motif of death being an inevitable part of life.
wax, oil, gold powder, acrylic and gypsum