I love all the details and symbols. The graves in the left low corner. At their right, a she-wolf walking away from a dying man, the Blackwater in the right corner. Dry and sharp mountains in the background, as dry as the man's heart, as sharp and dangerous as his life. Sprouting from the Blackwater, the flames that maimed him. And yet, on the other side, growing from hope and the safety of of the Sept where a gravedigger dwells, a young tree, full of life, and a little bird singing to the tormented soul, facing his demons for him, quelling the rage inside him.....



I cannot tell you how amazed I am at the finery of your art. You manage to render everything so beautifully. The duality of Sandor, his past, haunted life, and yet... the hope there is....