Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
~ W.B. Yeats (excerpt from the Second Coming)
More spring cleaning! I found this tucked away in a pile of stuff. I guess I started it... yeesh, around last September. I couldn't remember why I abandoned it mid-painting, so I figured I'd put a couple more hours into it this afternoon and finish it up. The world could use some more baboons, anyway. ;]
