INFERNO, Canto XIV, illustration 4

Title: "…the unburning margins form a lane

and by them we may cross the burning plain."

11.75 x 8.25 inches
acrylic paint, collage, and ink on found paper
December 10, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIV, illustration 3

Title: His head is made of gold; of silverwork

his breast and both his arms, of polished brass

the rest of his great torso to the fork.

He is of chosen iron from there down,

except that his right foot is terra cotta;

it is this foot he rests more weight upon.

Every part except the gold is split

by a great fissure from which endless tears

drip down and hollow out the mountain's pit.

15.75 x 10.875 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 7, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIV, illustration 2

Title: At this my Guide spoke with such vehemence

as I had not heard from him in all of Hell:

"O Capaneus, by your insolence

you are made to suffer as much fire inside

as falls upon you. Only your own rage

could be fit torment for your sullen pride."

10.75 x 12.25 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
December 3, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIV, illustration 1

Title: And over all that sand on which they lay

or crouched or roamed, great flakes of flame fell slowly

as snow falls in the Alps on a windless day.

10.875 x 15.75 inches
acrylic paint, collage, and ink on found paper
November 30, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIII, illustration 4

Title: Then at his back

the wood leaped with black bitches, swift as greyhounds

escaping from their leash, and all the pack

sprang on him…

11.75 x 10.25 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
November 28, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIII, illustration 3

Title: "Briefly is the answer given: when

out of the flesh from which it tore itself,

the violent spirit comes to punishment,

Minos assigns it to the seventh shelf.

It falls into the wood, and landing there,

wherever fortune flings it, it strikes root

and there it sprouts, lusty as any tare,

shoots up a sapling, and becomes a tree."

10 x 8 inches
collage and ink on watercolor paper
November 26, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIII, illustration 2

Title: Puzzled, I raised my hand a bit and slowly

broke off a branchlet from an enormous thorn:

and the great trunk of it cried: "Why do you break me?"

10.625 x 7.75 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
November 24, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XIII, illustration 1

Title: Here nest the odious Harpies of whom my Master

wrote how they drove Aeneas and his companions

from the Strophades with prophecies of disaster.

12.25 x 10.625 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
November 23, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XII, illustration 4

Title: Some stood up to their lashes in that torrent

and as we passed them the huge Centaur said:

"These were the kings of bloodshed and despoilment.

Here they pay for their ferocity."

10.5 x 8 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
November 10, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XII, illustration 3

Title: "The one in the middle staring at his chest

is the mighty Chiron, he who nursed Achilles…"

12.25 x 10.75 inches
acrylic paint and collage on found paper
October 29, 2020

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INFERNO, Canto XII, illustration 2

Title: "But turn your eyes to the valley; there we shall find

the river of boiling blood in which are steeped

all who struck down their fellow men."

10.75 x 8.25 inches
acrylic paint, collage, and ink on found paper
October 27, 2020

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