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As they stared blankly, in dumb misery deepening as they slowly realised all they had seen and all they had lost, a capricious little breeze, dancing up from the surface of the water, tossed the aspens, shook the dewy roses, and blew lightly and caressingly in their faces; and with its soft touch came instant oblivion.
For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and light-hearted as before.
Mole rubbed his eyes and stared at Rat, who was looking about him in a puzzled sort of way.
"I beg your pardon; what did you say, Rat?" he asked.
"I think I was only remarking," said Rat slowly, "that this was the right sort of place, and that here, if anywhere, we should find him. And look! Why, there he is, the little fellow!" And with a cry of delight he ran towards the slumbering Portly.
-- The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
I did this as a mothers day gift to my mum, a little corny perhaps, but we both have a fondness for cuteness. I made this as an illustration to one of my faborite books, The Wind in the Willows. I espescially like the chapter "The piper at the gate of dawn," because of how weirdly mystical and off-the-wall it is, suddenly, in the middle of a slice-of-life-y animal story, they meet friggin PAN, from greek mythology, and they never mention it again.
For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and light-hearted as before.
Mole rubbed his eyes and stared at Rat, who was looking about him in a puzzled sort of way.
"I beg your pardon; what did you say, Rat?" he asked.
"I think I was only remarking," said Rat slowly, "that this was the right sort of place, and that here, if anywhere, we should find him. And look! Why, there he is, the little fellow!" And with a cry of delight he ran towards the slumbering Portly.
-- The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
I did this as a mothers day gift to my mum, a little corny perhaps, but we both have a fondness for cuteness. I made this as an illustration to one of my faborite books, The Wind in the Willows. I espescially like the chapter "The piper at the gate of dawn," because of how weirdly mystical and off-the-wall it is, suddenly, in the middle of a slice-of-life-y animal story, they meet friggin PAN, from greek mythology, and they never mention it again.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Otter
Size 800 x 582px
File Size 537.2 kB
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