in which the swallow sings an endsong

in which the swallow sings an endsong
atop the frillingtree
where the pictures sit on the glass
where two thousand faces
conceal my own iron geometries

between that leaf and a place i might call home
there is one who
on gray wings i (may, at night, and often) call strength upon

to break the jargged raindrops that upfalldown on the four hundred nineteen faces
concealing my own iron geometries


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Taking what I learned from the first mask I wanted to test a few things.

detail 1.
detail 2.

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many many hours (+ a few burns ;_; )
manila file folders, plastic bags, craft wire, masking tape, hot glue, gesso, acrylic, lightweight clay, rope
types of feathers: peacock, pheasant, rooster

critiques are always appriciated!