a visual adaptation of Homer's Iliad
ACHILLES stands toes to the water on the beaches of Ilion, his back to the dunes and plains beyond and the Myrmidon encampment nearby. He is in his late twenties, hair a wild mass of curls blown carelessly by the hot wind. He wears a tunic and greaves, strong legs bare.
The wine-dark sea sprawls out before him, the sky above anemic and cloudless.