Autumn in Lapland. The warm rain-laden East wind rushes down the dried-up river bed. In its banks, yellowing birches tremble in the storm. /The opening bars in the great hymn of extinction. Not a hymn to extinction or because of it. Not a hymn in spite of extinction. But a dying which is the hymn.
- Dag Hjalmar Agne Carl Hammarskjöld
The opening bars in the great hymn of extinction, or, the werewolf in the composition | mixed media | 8INx10IN | 2021 -