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Across the wild Alps by Gold-Seven Across the wild Alps by Gold-Seven

“The army turned into a twitching, bleeding body that threatened to fall apart and was held together by one iron band alone. Hannibal. He was everywhere, surveyed everything – from the back of Syros, from horseback, from a rock; where he put one of twenty collapsed men back on his feet, the other nineteen would rise; where he appeared with a handful of nuts, ten half-famished men would march on; where he sat down, a hundred men lying prone would sit up; where he cracked a joke, thirty lifeless men would cast off their despair and go on living; where he slept – but he didn’t sleep. He seemed to need no sleep. Whenever a pass had been taken, the mountain-dwellers fleeing, the army sinking into snow and ice to rest, he called together the commanders, took care of provisions, gave commands to secure the heights, orders for the next day… He was heart and brain and helm and girdle of the twitching and sore body and a god to the warriors; at one point, Hasdrubal the Grey said, “Lucky China. Against him, Alexander’s men wouldn’t have mutinied at the Indus; they’d have kept going.”

Gisbert Haefs, Hannibal. Der Roman Karthagos. (My translation; doesn’t quite capture the poignancy of the original.)


Watercolour and gouache on Canson Montval, 34x48 cm. About thirty-two hours of work. 

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Just a few weeks ago, a whole watercolour workshop was having a lot of fun trying to figure out a foolproof formula of just how any non-Lecter Hannibal might become front page. It involved shirtnessness and pole-dancing. And elephants. Don't ask. I'm glad it didn't have to come to this. 

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