Dueling Anvils Summer & Spring Night

About the Art:  You’ve been walking through town for a bit now and as you do, you hear the constant clanking of metal-on-metal echoing through the narrow cobblestone streets. Following the echoing rhythm, you turn a corner and a new sound greets you, the sound of metal skipping across metal as a sign creaks it’s welcome to you. The building is rough cut stone bricks of varying shades of greys, blues, and deep reds. The roof has a sharp pitch and smoke bellows from the stack above. The sign creaks again and you see it has two anvils, side by side with hammers striking their surface and the words “Dueling Anvils” burned into the wood.  The front door is wide open and the moment you step into the interior’s view, you know why as a wave of oppressive heat hits you. Sparks fly as a burly man brings a heavy maul down on the metal he’s working, barely seconds after he lifts it, another hammer is brought down upon it by the woman standing across him. They continue this wordless work for a few