Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.
On Death -John Keats.
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.
On Death -John Keats.
Bombed theatre, shot soldier, busted tank. Room for war.
And shadowy days, and dreary seasons, until winter´s rule.
The smile of time.
Collapsed building, killed man, destroyed machine. Room for snow.
And chilly days, and frozen nights, and dreadful dreams.
The smile of coldness.
Dead stone, dead flesh, dead metal… no room for God, no room for faith, no room for hope.
Just for doom. And the Snowman above all, laughing at you.
The smile of Death.
And shadowy days, and dreary seasons, until winter´s rule.
The smile of time.
Collapsed building, killed man, destroyed machine. Room for snow.
And chilly days, and frozen nights, and dreadful dreams.
The smile of coldness.
Dead stone, dead flesh, dead metal… no room for God, no room for faith, no room for hope.
Just for doom. And the Snowman above all, laughing at you.
The smile of Death.
Ok, now I can say this T-34 extravaganza is finally finished, I hope. It has been the first time I make two different works with the same model, and I guess the last one, but the circumstances were propitious.
For those interested you can read the "Shades of Chaos" article in Panzer Aces nº 45
and the "Shades of Death" article in The Weathering Magazine Snow & Ice issue
And a final photo for the size comparison. Cheers!
