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Winter and Spring

 

Oil on Canvas by Winry Marini. February 29, 2000




The Eternal Seasons

In the land of Elysian Meadows, where the changing seasons brought magic and life to every corner, there existed two mystical horses, each embodying the spirit of a season. These horses were not mere creatures; they were guardians of the balance between the cold slumber of winter and the vibrant awakening of spring.

Winter's Guardian: The Black Horse
In the heart of winter, where the world was cloaked in a serene blanket of snow, roamed a black horse of unmatched beauty and strength. Her coat gleamed like polished ebony against the stark white landscape, and her mane flowed like a river of midnight. She was known as Arcturus, the Guardian of Winter. 

Arcturus moved with a grace that belied the coldness of her domain. Her breath crystallized in the frosty air, and with each step, she left intricate patterns of ice flowers on the ground. The trees, barren and covered in a delicate frost, bowed under the weight of snow, while the sky above was a canvas of soft grays and pale blues. Despite the chill, there was a peaceful stillness, a silent beauty that only winter could bring.

Arcturus was the keeper of this tranquility, ensuring that the land rested and rejuvenated. She watched over the creatures in hibernation, the frozen rivers, and the sleeping flora, maintaining the delicate balance of winter’s rest. Her presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the cyclical nature of life, where even the coldest season held the promise of renewal.

Spring's Herald: The White Horse
As winter began to wane, the promise of spring whispered through the air, heralded by a magnificent white horse. With a coat as brilliant as fresh snow and a mane that shimmered like moonlight, this horse was named Zephyra, the Herald of Spring. 

Zephyra's arrival transformed the landscape into a riot of color and life. Blossoms burst forth from the trees, and vibrant flowers carpeted the meadows. The once silent streams now gurgled with fresh, clear water, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the joyful songs of returning birds. Her steps brought life, turning the frost-bitten earth into a fertile haven.

She moved through the forest, her presence causing leaves to unfurl and buds to blossom. The animals, awakened from their slumber, greeted her with joyous frolics and playful chases. Zephyra embodied the exuberance and hope of spring, a season of growth and new beginnings.

The Meeting of Seasons
One twilight, as winter's grip began to loosen, Arcturus and Zephyra met in the clearing between their realms. It was a sacred meeting, a moment where the magic of both seasons intertwined. The black horse and the white horse bowed their heads in mutual respect, acknowledging each other's roles in the eternal cycle.

Arcturus spoke with a voice like the whispering wind, "The land has rested well under my watch. It is time for your warmth and renewal to awaken it once more."

Zephyra replied with a voice like the song of a gentle breeze, "I shall carry forward the promise of life that slumbers beneath your snow. Together, we ensure the harmony of Elysian Meadows."

As they touched noses, a radiant light enveloped them, symbolizing the seamless transition from winter to spring. The black horse returned to her icy domain, ready to slumber until the next winter, while the white horse galloped forth, spreading the essence of spring across the land.

In Elysian Meadows, the guardians of winter and spring continued their dance, a testament to the balance of nature and the beauty of the changing seasons. Their tale was one of harmony, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always the promise of light and life to come.

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This narrative highlights the serene and powerful essence of winter and the vibrant, life-affirming spirit of spring, both beautifully captured in the paintings.




Unicorn and Dragon: The Secret Pact

The Secret Pact: Veil of Elandria


The First Encounter

Finn wanders through the misty, moonlit forest, his steps tentative but fueled by curiosity. Suddenly, he senses eyes watching him, and a shiver runs down his spine. From behind the trees, a faint glow emerges—a graceful unicorn with a gleaming white coat steps into view. Her eyes are wise and warm, filled with both caution and curiosity.

Finn (whispering, awestruck): “A… a unicorn… It can’t be… you’re real?”

Lyra tilts her head, studying him with a mix of wonder and caution. Her voice, when she speaks, is soft yet echoing, like a whisper through the trees.

Lyra: “Few humans find their way to Elandria. And fewer still with such wonder in their hearts… Who are you, young one?”

Finn (stammering): “I—I’m Finn. I didn’t mean to intrude… I just… I always felt there was something more out there, something calling me.”

Just as Lyra seems to relax slightly, a deep, rumbling growl cuts through the silence. A large, golden-scaled dragon emerges from the shadows, his eyes narrowed as he studies Finn with suspicion.

Tharos (voice like thunder): “Another human, Lyra? Have you forgotten what happened the last time you trusted one of his kind?”

Finn (taking a cautious step back): “I—I don’t mean any harm. I swear. I didn’t even know you existed until a moment ago!”

Lyra glances between Tharos and Finn, clearly torn. She steps protectively in front of Finn, though her own eyes are uncertain.

Lyra: “Tharos, he bears no weapon. Look at him—he’s no warrior or hunter. Just a curious heart, drawn here by something he may not understand.”

Tharos (snorting smoke): “Curiosity is a human’s excuse for destruction. How many times have we allowed them near, only to lose more of our kind?”

Finn (voice trembling, but sincere): “I… I don’t know what happened before. But I’m not like that. I came here to find answers… maybe even a place I belong. I feel connected to this forest somehow, like it’s part of me.”

Lyra studies Finn closely, her eyes softening as she senses something familiar in him. But Tharos remains resolute, his tail lashing with agitation.

Tharos: “Words, just words. Humans are masters of deceit.”

Lyra (turning to Tharos, gently but firmly): “Then let me decide. I sense something old within him, a thread that binds him to this land. Give him a chance, Tharos. Just one.”

Tharos grumbles, but after a tense pause, he gives a reluctant nod.

Tharos: “Very well. But remember, human, if you betray us, there will be no mercy.”

Finn (nodding earnestly): “Thank you. I won’t let you down. I… I feel like I’ve been searching for this place my whole life.”

Lyra offers Finn a reassuring nod, stepping closer.

Lyra: “Come, Finn. If you truly wish to know Elandria, we shall be your guides. But tread carefully, for magic is woven into every breath here, and not all who wander are welcomed.”

Finn takes a deep breath, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement as he follows Lyra and Tharos deeper into Elandria. The adventure has begun.




Title: Unicorn and Dragon. Place/Date: Jakarta, 2005, Media: Oil on Canvas. White Unicorn and Sea Dragon head.  The two famous mythical creatures that inspire people since long ago.

Eight Horses



Title: Eight Horses
Place/Date: Jakarta, 2004
Media: Oil on Canvas
by Winry MArini

Eight Horses Sketch >> Click Here

The hooves of horses!
Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as much as hooves of horses
Have stirred.
~Will H. Ogilvie

Horse (Equine) Art, Pencil on Paper Collection