#west wind

Viento Oeste - Sabine Beyerle , 2025.

German , b. 1975 -

The Meeting of the Winds

The Northwind met with the Southwind On the wide ways of the sky, And the air turned frost as the clouds were tossed To in confusion lie; For the Northwind raged at the Southwind To buffet her where she flew, But the Southwind smiled like one beguiled As her flower-sweet breath she blew.

The Northwind turned to the Southwind, And saw her that she was fair; With laugh of delight, with eyes of night, And back-blown sun-bronzed hair. And the Southwind knew him, the Northwind, And saw him that he was strong; With face to command, and a mighty hand To whip his gusts along.

The Southwind sang to the Northwind, "I am warmer than love, or fire, And I know thy goal is the Southern Pole, But thou art my heart's desire"; And the Northwind answered the Southwind, "Wanderer, wait with me then: Thy singing is sweet; 'tis well that we meet: Make me thy music again."

I finished my redraw of Birth of Venus!!! I’m very proud of this!! :)

But if I were to do another redraw of the Birth of Venus again I’d probably A) do it on a larger canvas so the characters positions and proportions could be closer to the original and B) maybe try out actual painting 🎨

Some close ups:

And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn’t just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up. Where am I? Even the rough words come to me now, quick as thistles. Who made your tyrant’s body, your thirst, your delving, your gladness? Oh tiger, oh bone-breaker, oh tree on fire! Get away from me. Come closer.