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'This is a work full of contrasts.
The black cloud arches over a sunlit valley, a trick of the weather creating an awesome portal ahead of Hannibal's army.
The sun whose power illuminates the Promised land shrivels to a sickly mustard-coloured disc when shrouded by the storm
cloud. Cheering soldiers are juxtaposed with scenes of rape and looting.
It appears to be a celebration but in fact it is a warning.
A caution against over-weening pride, a reminder that whatever mankind may do, the elements will have the last word.
We are the servants of nature, never its master.'
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