Awaiting Fate

“Again, methinks I hear her weeping,
Yonder, is she near me now, as then?
Or was but the night-wind sweeping
Down the hollow glen?” 
- A Lamentation, From the Irish, by Clarence Mangan
She’s perched on the cliffs edge, watching the distant town patiently waiting for the time to pass on her shrill warning. Begonias rooted nearby an omen of ill fate. The Banshee is a well known Irish folktale, about a woman whose wailing presence in the night was often a warning of a soon passing within the family. She's often depicted in white, black, and green, either baring her face and interacting with travelers in the night, or hooded and relentlessly shrieking the screams of the mourning widow. Edged in Mars Black and varnished with Gamvar in a satin finish. Hardware installed for proper displaying. 
 
Awaiting Fate
16x20 inch inch oil painting on stretched canvas.