About the work

A closer look.

The morning after the swan-wives fly. Völund stands at the lake with the ring he made for the one who left, the forge still lit behind him, and their swan-shapes lying on the stone. The wings on the rock are invention, not the poem: in the text the women put the shapes on and go, and here they are laid back down so the leaving has a shape you can see. A smith, a ring, and a lake at first light. Everything in the frame is what she left behind. One JPG that prints clean at 20x16 in. The telling says plainly which part is invention: the swan-shapes on the stone are mine, the leaving is the poem's. Print it yourself, or take the file to any print shop and ask for 20x16. It is the same picture either way.