We have come to the last four stanzas of Moriturus (and hopefully to the last stanzas of winter too!). Thank you all for joining me on this journey. I decided to end the Moriturus series with my first self-portrait, in that grand tradition that goes back probably to the invention of the mirror. The portrait began as a suggestion from another artist for what to do during one of the recent blizzards – since open studio was repeatedly cancelled – but pretty quickly I realized that I wanted it to become the partner for the last words of this amazing poem. The whole poem can be found here. Drawing (marker on paper) and composition by me.
We can turn and see the path behind us so clearly now: