A print for the Kitsune Noir Poster Club, and an imagining of a pivotal scene in my all-time favorite novel, Cormac McCarthy's "The Road."

An excerpt from the passage:

'Yeah. He looked at the boy. You won't shoot, he said.

That's what you think.

You ain't got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they'll hear the shot.

Yes they will, but you won't.

How do you figure that?

Because the bullet travels faster than sound. It will be in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it you need a frontal lobe and things with names like colliculus and temporal gyrus and you wont have them anymore. They'll just be soup.'

(pencil, watercolor, ink pen)