the Mother of Mankind wp

the nonwallpaper version is here

Here grows the Cure of all, this Fruit Divine,
Fair to the Eye, inviting to the Taste,
Of vertue to make wise: what hinders then
To reach, and feed at once both Bodie and Mind?

So saying, her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk
The guiltie Serpent...

-John Milton, Paradise Lost book 9

This is the second of my interpretation of Paradise Lost series. They're not going in any kind of order. I'm just picking moments I like, then seeing if I can find stock to fit it and going forward from there.

Both the divine Eve and the tree that bore that forbidden fruit are courtesy of

Music listened to while working on this piece: Leaves' Eyes, Theatre of Tragedy and Angel Blake

full view baby! full view! I know it's a megabyte large but it's worth it dangit!