Illustration of a passage from Seamus Heaney’s (one of my mams favourite poets) translations of Beowulf. As a child I’d had it read to me often enough, which like Heaney himself said is the way you should experience story’s, they’re to be heard not read. The passage is from the last days of Beowulf himself and describes the horde of a great and ancient warrior. Sometime ago this passage itself came back to me as there’s a sample of it read by the man himself at the start of a song by Wayfarer and I made a mental note that one day I’d try and illustrate it and this is that. If you’ve never read the Heaneywulf definitely recommend it, some of the kenning’s in it are ridiculously good. Thanks to the people that pushed me into finishing it off after a year and a half