i made this way back maybe 6 or 7 years ago. i thought why can't money lined up like this be poetry. with the words and everything they way it is. why can't the words be poetry, why can't the money be read. like the title of this, is One, and it's a poem but a picture.
this is a painting about jan hus, czech religious reformer who was burned at the stake in the middle ages. in the picture he's on fire, but he has the face of a lion now and his hands are pressed up against the picture.