This is my first cherry wood block. It is 5″ x 7″.
The print is on Somerset paper with vine black Graphic Chemical ink.
The real causative factors of the Trojan War are now forgotten and meaningless to us. And while Helen may not have been the real reason the Greeks launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium, she is the reason that remains. Achilles is dead, Hector all but forgotten, and Odysseus is a myth who wanders foot-sore and alone through unknown countries with hope abandoned that someone will mistake his oar for a winnowing fan and he can finally find peace. Helen has been blamed, castigated, treated as if she were no better than prostitute; and in spite of everything, for more than three-thousand years, the daughter of Zeus remains towering over the Trojan War. Shakespeare could have been speaking of her instead of Cleopatra when he wrote:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.