Melancholy II Edvard Munch woodcut

cut into wood grain scraped and scarred until it takes shape becomes a creation every image a duplicate of the last fine details find their way in who am I without nape of delicate beauty faceless yet raven haired bowing to the tides I'm an echo of a familiar pattern viewed, captured yet left lonely the sky mimics the mind creates clouds that choke artist and model yet leaves them breathing cover everything in black and red then consider it done