When the last of the royal fleet fell fiery into the waiting fog and mist, we were sure we were home free; It was then that we spotted the temple, which was not fashioned, but formed in molten fire of shimmering basalt. There it stood, millennia-old, perched atop hexagonal pillars, calling to be explored.
A finely detailed pirate airship in a fog of wispy swirls and whorls passes by a ages-forgotten temple in the cliff-top mists.
The original is 12?9 inches, highly detailed, micro-fine line engraving; Though it translates well to screen resolution, looking at the prints or the original are an entirely new experience.
The Metallics are open edition and printed on heavy archival professional metallic photographic paper.