Saint of the Cosmos

A4 size (8.3 inch x 11.7 inch) 3 Colour Risograph print, Context Natural 250gsm paper.

Ah, the skies. Everything spirals inwards, and boils away in Hawking's Prayer. Nothing is infinite, it all ends up in the single point of perfect mass. The Hertzsprung-Russell litany for his disciples the stars. And there, just there, on the razor thin rim of the event horizon, you can see forever. The vantage point from which he watches the universe spool through its sordid tale.
Great banks of computers chant in unison, counting down the days, and the final being of perfect ascendancy reaches out one benevolent digit to christen those who will sit at his side, on his throne of frozen light, at the end of everything. Because what greater honor is it to be the last one out? Or so they say, or so they say. The telescope and the censer is his aspect, and the magnetic shadow and the doppler effect are counted among his works too. Time and space and age and void are one skein wound through fingers older than old.