Watercolour, acrylic, pastel, pencil, ink on canvas.100 x 50 cm.
With the right kind of eyes there’s colour in darkness,
Even some kind of fun in the shade of red on his hands and rifle.
A boy and a killer.
The tintype distorts,
Makes him ghostly,
His effigy blank,
A mask the same as any.
How will they talk about you when you’re done?