Bacchus lying, oil on canvas painting by Vanessa Foschi , a bunch of grapes-Bacco disteso, dipinto olio su tela di Vanessa Foschi, uva

  • 29 aprile 2018
BACCHUS LYING "Bacchus lying" by Vanessa Foschi. Technique oil on canvas, diameter cm.150. All rights reserved. This painting took two years of painstaking work from italian artist Vanessa Foschi, and was finished in the year 2016. Vanessa Foschi was born in Rimini and lives in Morciano di Romagna, Italy. For more informations please contact us at the following e-mail address: vanessa.foschi@yahoo.it BACCHUS, BRINGER OF LIGHT Here, of the gods, is depicted by Vanessa Foschi Bacchus, also called the light-bringer (Phosphorus) . He's lying between two tigers. At his feet twirls the ivy that protected him from the flames of his first birth. On his shoulders twist the snakes with which his father crowned him. On the right are the mountains of Crete where he was brought up by Rhea/Cybele, his grandmother. He leads at night rhythmic dances. During them the old ones shake down their age from their limbs. The youngs whirl wildly and gracefully at the tapping of drummings. Written by Vanessa Foschi. All rights reserved

BACCHUS LYING
“Bacchus lying” by Vanessa Foschi. Technique oil on canvas, diameter cm.150. All rights reserved. This painting took two years of painstaking work from italian artist Vanessa Foschi, and was finished in the year 2016. Vanessa Foschi was born in Rimini and lives in Morciano di Romagna, Italy.
For more informations please contact us at the following e-mail address: vanessa.foschi@yahoo.it

BACCHUS, BRINGER OF LIGHT
Here, of the gods, is depicted by Vanessa Foschi Bacchus, also called the light-bringer (Phosphorus) . He’s lying between two tigers. At his feet twirls the ivy that protected him from the flames of his first birth. On his shoulders twist the snakes with which his father crowned him. On the right are the mountains of Crete where he was brought up by Rhea/Cybele, his grandmother.
He leads at night rhythmic dances. During them the old ones shake down their age from their limbs. The youngs whirl wildly and gracefully at the tapping of drummings. Written by Vanessa Foschi. All rights reserved