The Wooden Door

A digital collage based on an excerpt from Ravensong by TJ Klune, which will become a painting:

“I didn’t reach for the doorknob. It was useless to me. I wasn’t going to open the door.
I was going to break it.
With the strength of the pack behind me, I pressed my palms flat against it. Little pinpricks of light shot through the grain of wood. They were Alpha red and Beta orange and Omega violet. There was the blue of all we had lost and the sweet green of relief that it had finally come to this.
My arms were covered in roses, an unkindness of ravens.
The roses bloomed.
The ravens flew.
And I pushed.” page 545 of Ravensong by TJ Klune.

I think it’d go beautifully beside “Bar Behind Ice, Thorns and Ravens”! I decided to add the texture of a crackled tree trunk to make it look like the door is starting to break around the hand.