#anyway considering how rarely i actually sit down to draw i'm fairly happy with how this turned out

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'He kneels. He makes his prayer. Drumbeats. La zombero boro borombeta...Blink of red. He thinks, this is all I have to do: follow my master, this and no more. Reach out your hand to find the train of his robe. Look for the spill of scarlet, follow.' — Hilary Mantel, The Mirror and the Light

So. I decided to get out my old GCSE Art supplies and make this. I'm really not the best artist, but to be honest I'm still recovering from Sunday and I needed to put my feelings into something. Never in my life did I expect to be this affected by the death of a fictionalised version of a statesman from 500 years ago, but here we are. That's the true beauty of this series: you forget you're even reading/watching history. Cromwell feels so real, so close that you could almost reach out and tap him on the shoulder. Which just makes his end all the more difficult to bear.

Inspired by the beautiful works of @duztdevl and @dxcstrange-stuff