Satyr

Come to me from Crete to this holy temple,
Aphrodite. Here is a grove of apple
trees for your delight, and the smoking altars
fragrant with incense.

Here cold water rustles down through the apple
branches; all the lawn is beset and darkened
under roses, and, from the leaves that tremble,
sleep of enchantment
comes descending. Here is a meadow pasture
where the horses graze and with flowers of springtime
now in blossom, here where the light winds passing
blow their freshness.

Here in this place, lady of Cyprus, lightly
lifting, lightly pour in the golden goblets
as for those who keep a festival, nectar:
wine for our drinking.

-Sappho of Mytilene (apx. 620-550 BCE)
"Invocation to Aphrodite", verse IV

This thing has absolutely consumed my life for the past week, slowing down everything. Never expected it to go this far. Started with a ten-minute sketch of Satyr-Man at the end of class one day. Ended up being...elaborated upon. A lot. Heh heh heh. I think it was all worth it in the end.

Do the evolution, Baby...
Pencil
Ink, detail, half-erased
Inked lineart
Flat color

Yeaaaaaaaaah. Satyr.

(c)j.e.seames