polyphemus
Bk XIII:789-869 The song of Polyphemus
But if you knew me well, you would regret your flight, and you would condemn your own efforts yourself, and hold to me: half of the mountain is mine, and the deep caves in the natural rock, where winter is not felt nor the midsummer sun.
ink, watercolour and pencil on paper
32 x 32 cm