into the English Countryside where pour little church going women lay unsuspecting. Zeus arrives from the night time sky with the moon at his back, riding his golden chariot which here, is more of a sail boat which also acts as his horn. Below the hilly countryside and a little church with homes around it. A quick sketched, story framed commentary on my lack of belief in a god and the realities of the sexual spirit in this world. Of course the poor women in this story will never figure it out.
Zeus © Britt Conley
I don’t normally tell stories with my art so this is a bit conveluded but a good exercise in something…
Britt