The storm returned with fresh fury, they heard eerie noises in the darkness round them. It may have been only a trick of the wind in the cracks and the gullies of the rocky wall, but the sounds were those of shrill cries, and wild howls of laughter. Stones began to fall from the mountain-side, whistling over their heads, or crashing on the path beside them. Every now and again they heard a dull rumble as a great boulder rolled down from hidden heights above.
Uruk-hai
The latest painting to come from my studio is titled Urk-hai, size 120”x72” I don?t know how
many miles I walked to and from my easel but I’m sure it’s a few. There will be a colour
image of the completed work but for now it?s just me and the canvas.
And yes you’re never to old to rock.
Paul