"Get thee to a nunnery" Print - Limited Edition of 20

This work is from a series meant to harken the story of Ophelia, captured in a contemporary setting. A poem from the artist: Oh Ophelia you know sanity better than the rest Oh Ophelia you knew better than to die with an open chest Floating through the thoughts they told you not to follow Closed ears shut the doors to continue till tomorrow Oh Ophelia I've walked in your shoes They're cold and wet and the laces are loose Treading and tripping over thoughtless words said A woman's love is brief, if she's kept locked in her head Oh, for it was her noble mind that was o'erthrown The lighter guzzling gas, reality is blown But "There's rue for you, and here's some for me" A quick swim washes the wounds they like to watch bleed No one to hold her but the arms of the willow tree Away from fear's control she must flee "Get thee to a nunnery" for it is peace that we lust You're already dead if in yourself you don't trust. -CBY