Sweet Hecate

2019, 2 minutes

A 60 second art piece on Macbeth 3:2

Come seeling night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day. And with thy bloody and invisible hand, cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, while nights black agents to their preys to rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.