ode to our transcestors block print

this is my most detailed print yet.

I think that the design says all that I want to say: just like the phases of the moon, we are eternal. like the persistence of complete metamorphosis, we will never stop being born and reborn. the Black hand holding the brick should speak for itself; not only an homage to our transcestors who fought for our rights, but also a threat - that we will carve out the future we want for ourselves by any means necessary.