A personal illustration project inspired by folk art, childhood dreams and restoring faith in nature. All illustrations were also made as a screen print on warm white paper.
A keep… fallen in ruin, watched the sky come down and the world grow strong. The horsemen decided to ride into the night, over the hills, through the still of night. In the bowels of the stronghold they got restless… mumbling, crying, pacing. Even the warlock failed to hold the walls together, slowly losing grip. Fortunately the horses were strong and well fed, they’d know what to do.
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