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This is my piece for the Sentence exhibition.
It is based on a short story written in 1922 by Katherine Mansfield.
The plot is about an office 'boss,' an aging gentleman but still 'going strong', showing off pictures of his recently deceased son. The boss talks of his two sons who died in World War I, he appears deeply perturbed of this memory of his son but does not seem to weep. He then notices a fly has fallen into his ink pot, he watches the fly struggle for a while, then rescues it, placing it on a piece of paper. After the fly manages to clean itself of the ink, the boss drops another drip of ink on the fly, covering it again. He does this repeatedly until the fly dies, and then throws the paper and fly with it into the rubbish.
The underlying themes of the story is about the inevitability of death and man's unwillingness to accept it. It can be read as an indictment of World War I. The boss is a symbol of malignant forces, and representative of the generation that sentenced their sons to slauhter by sending them to the war.
The idea i had behind this piece was to represent the strenght and willingness of the fly after repeated distress. The fly stands out on the page, with the white to hightlight and show significance. I hand drew the type, wanting it to appear rushed to show the ink marks on the paper, and the movements the fly undertook to free itself from the ink. This piece was purely my response to the story, with an opporunity to do some illustration and play with digital editing.