Last four images (printed in these colours anyway) finished this week -
19 - it gets harder to explain without writing out the whole poem but it mentions an empty room and a chair, the poet asks where the tiger comes from, sees the spoor on the floorboards and the delicacy of its footmarks...
we are neither here nor there, left unfurnished....
20 - The Amazing Flying Man; the poem talks of beeswax and feathers and my flying man is like Icarus, leaving the tents far below, ethereal..... but will he fall
21 - the smouldering tiger skull watches the parade pass by from the edge of the forest and the circus move on against the bleak background of the city.....
22 - in the hollow cauldron of the skull are two ghostly puppets, but who is pulling whose strings.....
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