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Belphoebe, 1997, Oil and acrylic on cotton, 150x200 cm, Exhibition: Tarazona 2003, Reference: 972002
in memoriam Herman Schrickx
Belphoebe, Chastity, grace and courage, 2003, Oil and acrylic on cotton, 150x200 cm, Exhibition: Tarazona 2003, Reference: 032001
Belphoebe, The Chase, 2003, Oil and acrylic on cotton, 150x200 cm, Exhibition: Tarazona 2003, Reference: 032002
Belphoebe - Chastity, grace and courage, 1996, Oil and acrylic on cotton, 200x150 cm, Reference: 960825
Collection: Mw Kitty Nijhuis, Amsterdam [2013]
Excerpts from The Faerie Queene: Book IIII, cant. VII
Whilest thus in battell they embusied were,
Belphebe raunging in that forrest wide,
The hideous noise of their huge strokes did heare,
And drew thereto, making her eare her guide.
Whom when that theefe approching nigh espide,
With bow in hand, and arrowes ready bent,
He by his former combate would not bide,
But fled away with ghastly dreriment,
Well knowing her to be his deaths sole instrument.
Whom seeing flie, she speedily poursewed
With winged feete, as nimble as the winde;
And euer in her bow she ready shewed
The arrow, to his deadly marke desynde,
As when Latonaes daughter cruell kynde,
In vengement of her mothers great disgrace,
With fell despight her cruell arrowes tynde
Gainst wofull Niobes vnhappy race,
That all the gods did mone her miserable case.
So well she sped her and so far she ventred,
That ere vnto his hellish den he raught,
Euen as he ready was there to haue entred,
She sent an arrow forth with mighty draught,
That in the very dore him ouercaught,
And in his nape arriuing, through it thrild
His greedy throte, therewith in two distraught,
That all his vitall spirites thereby spild,
And all his hairy brest with gory bloud was fild.
Edmund Spenser