If you saw her coming it was to late. If you thought you caught a glimpse, then death was your fate. She moved through the forest like a falcon. Just close your eyes...your done! So skilled with the blade, many would gasp for air and then fade. The ax was her favorite tool in battle. She could hurl it sixty feet, split your head wide open and be back in the saddle. Many thought she was made of ether. Stories tell of hundreds she killed, buried right under the feet beneath her.
Words and Art by Rich Ray
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I use these materials to create abstract work that is incorporated into the finished print. Mixed media, Acrylics, Oils, Inks, Paint, Photos, Pastels, Pencils, Markers, Pens, 140 pound Cold or Hot Pressed Cotton Paper, Photography, Photo editor.
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