IV. DEATH BY WATER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
-TS Eliot
First time experimenting with masking fluid. (The photoshop composite I created to work from is shown in the background)
Barnacles
Ready for framing
Final product
Included as part of my thesis show, Merit
