Page 11: The woods stir

A distant sound, like church bells, echoed through the branches and I pushed deeper into the trees, sweat from that dreadful sky. For the first time I saw the woods stir in their slumber, and behind me, silhouetted against the sickly light, the beasts of the wood watched me with new eyes.

 

This painting is featured in our first book, "STGM - the conclusion of the world, and what rose after"

2020 - 9x12 - India ink on archival paper

Original painting, signed, shipped unframed.

Page 11: The woods stir - 2020

$299.00Price