“Up close, the knight’s presence was no less disturbing. It’s armour was a mesh of roots and bark, insects milling through the damp cracks. And then it spoke, with a voice straight from the depths of deepest hells, and breath that reeked of spring flowers and autumnal decay.”

and the video:
I streamed this one on my Twitch channel by the way, and will do so for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday sketches, before working on a bigger painting.“Up close, the knight’s presence was no less disturbing. It’s armour was a mesh of roots and bark, insects milling through the damp cracks.
— Christopher Cant (@ChrisCantArt) March 7, 2023
And then it spoke, with a voice straight from the depths of deepest hells, and breath that reeked of spring flowers and autumnal decay.” pic.twitter.com/ddHkNkwQ9X