Roberto Ferri (b. 1978) - “Pietas”
oil on canvas, 2015
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Roberto Ferri (b. 1978) - “Pietas”
oil on canvas, 2015

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pieta of marble, spain c. 1500s.
Aeneas becomes a God (also known as Venus Healing Aeneas and Venus Pouring a Balm on the Wound of Aeneas) (c. 1820) by Merry-Joseph Blondel (French, 1781 – 1853), oil on canvas, 127 cm x 96 cm, Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid
Rondanini Pietà From 1552 to 1564 (until Michelangelo's death). Photographed by Paolo Monti, 1977. First in the courtyard at the Palazzo Rondanini, Rome. Since 2015 is hosted in the "Museo della Pietà Rondanini" (Museum of the Rondanini Pietà), Castello Sforzesco, Milan.
Pietas
Aeneas carrying his father away from the burning city of Troy / Sam carrying Frodo towards the crack of doom and the fire of Mordor

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This detail from canon:
“Mum says get up, your breakfast is in the kitchen and then she needs you in the drawing room, there are loads more doxies than she thought and she’s found a nest of dead puffskeins under the sofa.
Inspired me to write the backstory in Pietas:
A soft trill rose from the emerald velvet bed beside her mirror, and she turned towards it as a puffskein blinked awake—yellow as primrose and round as a pomander—the daughter of the gravid creature Sirius had smuggled from Arcturus’s woods, whose litter had infested the house within days. She had summoned the Menagerie’s pest controller at once and confined Sirius to his room for a week, yet this one had later been discovered curled in the corner of her dressing room, and she had kept it for reasons she could not quite explain. As it burrowed deeper into the velvet, her thoughts strayed—unwelcome though they were—to the boy himself.
Pietas, Roberto Ferri 2015