the rape of europa
Bk II:833-875 Jupiter’s abduction of Europa
In colour he was white as snow. The muscles rounded out his neck, the horns were twisted, but pure and bright as pearl. Europa marvelled at how beautiful he was and how unthreatening. But though he seemed so gentle she was afraid at first to touch him. Soon she drew close. The lover was joyful and while he waited for his hoped-for pleasure he kissed her hands. Her right hand grips a horn, the other his arm, her clothes forgotten in the breeze.
ink, watercolour and pencil on paper
32 x 32 cm