The Hunt

The Hunt

I had never come across an image that truly 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 give me goosebumps, recollecting the first time I heard the terrible screams in the woods of the Nazgul hunting the hobbits.

“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….”

From original Oils, India ink, porcelain paste and a little touch pf blood on Gold leaf 1.1m x 1.1m