£48.00 plus £8.00 delivery
I had never seen an image reflective of the terror I felt when I first read of the Nazgul, so I looked to produce a work that would raise the hairs on the back of my neck and make goosebumps appear, remember the first time i Hear the terrible screams from the woods.
The Nazgûl came again . . . like vultures that expect their fill of doomed men’s flesh. Out of sight and shot they flew, and yet were ever present, and their deadly voices rent the air. More unbearable they became, not less, at each new cry. At length even the stout-hearted would fling themselves to the ground as the hidden menace passed over them, or they would stand, letting their weapons fall from nerveless hands while into their minds a blackness came, and they thought no more of war, but only of hiding and of crawling, and of death
Original Oils. porcelain paste on Gold leaf 1.1m x 1.1m
- Hand embellished Giclee PRINT
- Size: 50cm x 50cm
- This artwork is sold unframed
- Signed on the front