Beauty and the Beast
by Scott Gustafson
Every evening the Beast comes to
visit Beauty in her chamber, to talk with her and be near her. Tonight,
as she sweetly plucks the harp
strings, her mind wanders home to her father and sisters she misses so terribly. He, on the other hand, can think only of her. Every night before he leaves, this longing for her wells
up and consumes him and he is compelled to ask, “Beauty, will you marry me?” And every night her answer is the same: “Even though I have grown to care for you very much, Beast, I do not love you. I am sorry, but no, I cannot marry you.” He exhales his grief in a deep sigh that echoes like a moaning wind through the palace corridors. Neither of them is aware at this moment that a bond has grown between them. Nor do they know what miracles the love they share will ultimately reveal.
Greenwich Workshop Fine Art Giclée
limited to 75 s/n.
17"w x 21"h.