Baldrs Draumar, page 2

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See first page for details. Anyhoo, this is page nummer zwei:

Then Othin rose, | the enchanter old,
And the saddle he laid | on Sleipnir's back;
Thence rode he down | to Niflhel deep,
And the hound he met | that came from hell.

Bloody he was | on his breast before,
At the father of magic | he howled from afar;
Forward rode Othin, | the earth resounded
Till the house so high | of Hel he reached.

Layers:

Photograph of cave,
Acrylic of Odin + Huginn/Munnen (ravens!)
Handmade barbed wire, photographed and overlaid a dozen or so times.

Then some wizardry in photoshop was laid over the whole thing, as should be evident.

I had to scan this in from a print of it, so the colours are a little off - it's not quite so fabulously pink in reality, unfortunately. I'm become quite fond of it, though.