For it was full of sport, and light
Of foot and heart, and did invite
Me to its game : it seemed to bless
Itself in me ; how could I less
Than love it ? O, I cannot be
Unkind to a beast that loveth me.
– "The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Fawn," Andrew Marvell.
Creative project for my English seminar on Early Modern Environments – we were just supposed to do something with a work or theme in the course. So naturally, I chose to draw from the cutest poem we talked about. I've never done anthropomorphism before, so this was an intriguing experiment; the fawn is literally an animal in the poem, but I can't draw animals so here he is HAHA. It's supposed to be a very pure and loyal creature, so I gave him light skin and silver hair (suggesting swiftness for me)
The poem is framed by the death of the fawn, but I chose a happier scene from earlier in their lives, when they could enjoy the roses and lilies in the garden together.