Wildness print, limited edition of 10, available here.
...he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it.
Inspired by Cormac McCarthy's The Crossing, a book that hijacked my mind, made me cry on the train and had me talking nonsense about wolves and horses to anyone who would listen.