Charcoal and Graphite Drawing.

“After a time whose heartbeats or ages he could not have numbered or named he came to those far mountains that wall the world and whose shoulders bear the burden of the skies. Glorylight goldened their faces and beckoned. A warm wind rose and bore him up and the wings he had found or been given knew their way and he followed into that light.”

Image and text by Mark Reep 2010