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Death of Eurydice

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I had a really specific vision for this piece which is based on a powerful illustration by one of my favorite illustrators, Kay Nielson, (which I’ve included in the process sketches). I loved the idea of this weeping willow tree mimicking the central figure being hunched over in despair. I also wanted to emphasize Orpheus crouched figured with a pose  and overall cool color palette to really emphasize the anguish. The tree canopies sky silhouette draws our eyes straight to the central figure.

I had a really specific vision for this piece which is based on a powerful illustration by one of my favorite illustrators, Kay Nielson, (which I’ve included in the process sketches). I loved the idea of this weeping willow tree mimicking the central figure being hunched over in despair. I also wanted to emphasize Orpheus crouched figured with a pose  and overall cool color palette to really emphasize the anguish. The tree canopies sky silhouette draws our eyes straight to the central figure.

I, Orpheus, fall into a pit of unimaginable grief. The three Moirai, or fates, weave and cut their strings of mortal’s destinies, and my love was not destined to last. Dancing barefoot upon the forest floor with the nymphs, my love, Eurydice, is bitten by a venomous snake and tragically dies. In my mourning, I play such music of gut-aching melancholy as to make the trees and flowers of the forest bow and weep in despair.

I, Orpheus, fall into a pit of unimaginable grief. The three Moirai, or fates, weave and cut their strings of mortal’s destinies, and my love was not destined to last. Dancing barefoot upon the forest floor with the nymphs, my love, Eurydice, is bitten by a venomous snake and tragically dies. In my mourning, I play such music of gut-aching melancholy as to make the trees and flowers of the forest bow and weep in despair.

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