This is graphite drawing inspired by the story of Dryope, her transformation and lament. A story from the book The Metamorphosis.
"If there is truth in suffering, I swear by the gods I
do not deserve this wrong. I am being punished
without guilt. I lived in innocence. If I lie, let
me lose the leaves I have through drought, be
levelled with the axe, and burned. Take this
child from these maternal branches, and find
him a nurse, and have him often drink his milk
under this tree of mine, and play under this tree.
And when he learns to talk, have him greet his
mother and say, sadly, 'My mother is revealed
in this tree.' Let him still fear lakes, and pick no
flowers from the trees, and think all shrubs are
the body of the goddess.
Dear husband, farewell, and you, sister;
father! If you love me, defend me from the
sharp knife, and my leaves from the browsing
herd. And since I am not allowed to bend to
you, reach up with your arms, and find my lips,
while I can still feel, and lift my little son up to
me! I can speak no more. Now the soft
sapwood spreads slowly over my white neck: I
am imprisoned in its highest reaches. Take your
hands from my eyes. Without trying to help me,
allow the enveloping bark to mask the fading
light!"