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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾‘𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿‘𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾.
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.
𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗘: 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
Francesca Beaulieu knew she was destined to be an artist since the minute she picked up a brush for the first time.
Coming from one of the wealthiest families in Italy, people used to ask her why she wouldn’t just quit her fantasies and enjoy her family’s fortune. But her answer was always the same, she would’ve never give up her dreams and hopes of becoming an artist.
Her paintings were quite unique. Although she wasn’t the first painter to use love as her muse, she was the first in her style to connect her creations to tell a story. She never made two similar set of paintings. Every series had its own style, its own color palette, and its own story.
Soon, she had sold enough paintings to be noticed by world-class artists. One of them being, Lara D’Amore, the most important painter ever known by Europe.
Lara was absolutely astounded by Francesca’s talent and her love portraits. Soon, she convinced Frannie to travel with her to France, where they could both promote their paintings at the Louvre Museum.
Francesca thought the most beautiful part of her first night at France would be seeing her paintings being exhibited at such an important museum…but she was wrong. The most beautiful part of that night was meeting…him.
She had heard of the French Alain Delon, she had seen him in a couple of movies. But she never found anything interesting about him, until that night. That night was the beginning of Francesca’s first real love and her biggest inspiration.
𝗬𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.
He was the most beautiful human being she had ever seen. Like a living work of art, he didn’t looked real.
Francesca couldn’t help but getting lost in his eyes. Those blue eyes that haunted her dreams and gave her enough inspiration to fill with color one thousand canvas.
Alain fell in love with her art, her sensitivity, her way of expressing love through colors and traces.
And although her looks didn’t matter much to him, her natural and exotic were hard to ignore. He thought she was just like her paintings, a gorgeous work of art.
Francesca had a hard time seeing through his beauty, she found it hard to believe his looks were not his only quality.
However, she got to see his talent in person when she decided to give an opportunity to some of his films.
The man could act…and that surprised her. He reminded her of herself. He had such a unique way of expressing emotions and portraying characters, just like she had a unique way of expressing emotions and portraying love through her art.
Even if they only had that in common, it was more than enough to create an exotic attraction between them.
Alain finally reunited some courage to invite her to dinner, with the excuse of getting to know more about her vision of art. Frannie knew those were not his only intentions and she was happy about it.
That dinner was just the first of many more. And in their last dinner as “friends” she took the lead and kissed him.
Although it wasn’t her first kiss, she felt like she had never kissed anyone before. His lips were soft and he had responded with a tenderness she never received from any of her previous lovers.
𝗥𝗘𝗗: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.
Their first kiss, their first hug, it was enough for them to realize how enamored they were with each other.
Francesca had never been happier. She couldn’t believe that such dream of a man was hers, completely hers.
She had forgotten about cold colors and began using just warm colors on her paintings. Every single one of her paintings had red, yellow, and orange, as their color palette.
She always felt so warm, even when he wasn’t hugging or kissing her. Just knowing he loved her was enough for her to never feel cold again like she was living in an eternal spring and summer.
She was always present while he was filming or doing photoshoots. Always carrying a small art set to draw small portraits of him and his extraordinary beauty.
Alain was always present when Francesca was invited to certain museums and art exhibitions to present her paintings. Always proud of having her by his side and showing her off as his greatest treasure.
They painted each other all the time. Drawing wasn’t exactly Alain’s speciality, but Frannie always told him he did good for a beginner. Although she’d always win on their painting competitions.
One time, Francesca asked him to pose for her, but in a very serious tone. She wanted to paint him as her official muse, her biggest inspiration.
Frannie turned Alain into her most beautiful creation. A very realistic portrayal of his beauty, but made with the most unconditional love she could ever express.
She promised that painting would remain a secret, a work of art that only them could admire. And she fulfilled that promise her whole life. No one ever saw that painting apart from them.
𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
After two years of eternal love and bliss, everything changed.
Francesca noticed something different in his eyes. Those majestic blue eyes that once starred at her with love, now just glanced at her every now and then with absolutely no hint of love or affection in them.
She refused to see it, she refused to think about it, she refused to believe he was falling out of love for her.
But there was no way of avoiding it, she had to accept it…he didn’t love her anymore.
That was the first time she really cried, cried for love, cried for him. The first time she used only cold colors on her paintings.
She couldn’t help but continuing to draw him every time she saw him in the streets. But this time with the color blue, a color she had never used with him.
Soon she went back to Italy and rebuilt her life, but the memory of him stayed hidden safely in her mind…and in her heart.
She never saw him again, but she kept crying for him every night and kept painting him with the deepest shade of blue she could find.
And the last thing she saw before leaving this world…was that painting she kept a secret almost all her life. Her favorite love portrait.
❛ 🎨 𓏬 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀.┇𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.
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I was wondering, why did the Greeks associate Nanaya with Artemis? I keep reading about an "Artemis-Nanaia", but Nanaya doesn't really seem that similar to Artemis. Is there something that I'm missing?
Paul-Alain Beaulieu covered this in Nabû and Apollo: The Two Faces of Seleucid Religious Policy. Similarly as Nabu = Apollo, this seems to boil down to Seleucid royal ideology. The Seleucid dynasty considered Zeus, Apollo and Artemis their tutelary deities, and typically the local cults which were to receive royal patronage had to be equated with one of these. Zeus had the obvious parallel in Marduk, Nabu was his son so he got to be Apollo, and Nanaya was female and associated with Nabu which was a close enough match to warrant the Artemis equation. I fail to see any closer similarity, and I suspect it's down to chance that the Greeks picked her over Tashmetum.
Joan Goodnick Westenholz argued a factor might have been depictions of Nanaya with a bow (source), but these are late and while it is not impossible they are a strictly Mesopotamian development, with Nanaya being representedin a way well documented for Ishtar earlier on, it might as well be the result of the Seleucid policy resulting in the borrowing of iconography of their favored deities from coins and the like for local ones.
I might be wrong but I think the only Greco-Roman author to offer a different take on Nanaya is Appian of Alexandria, assuming that is who he means by "Aphrodite of Elymais" (there was a temple of Nanaya in Susa in late antiquity, but I'm pretty sure she didn't even appear in theophoric names there for most of her history). Nanaya's generally non-astral character does not make her perfect match, but this feels more justified than many Greek assertions that foreign deities correspond to Aphrodite. I would boldly suggest it's more justified than the Ishtar = Aphrodite claims, seeing as Nanaya generally lacked a warlike aspect, and Aphrodite was not exactly a deity commonly invoked by kings during campaigns, a mainstay of Ishtar devotion through solid 2000 years.
The Greek-Mesopotamian interactions under the Seleucids, as well as the state of Mesopotamian religion in this period, are discussed in some detail in Julia Krul's The Revival of the Anu Cult and the Nocturnal Fire Ceremony at Late Babylonian Uruk, if you want more historical context. On the matter of Greek familiarity with Mesopotamian deities see Beyond Ereškigal? Mesopotamian Magic Traditions in the Papyri Graecae Magicae by Daniel Schwemer.
The presumably Seleucid Nanaya-Artemis connection left a trace in the further history of Nanaya, but that's a topic for another time; I will be working on a related wiki article next month so feel free to ask about that if it's of interest to you though.
As a final curiosity it's worth noting equations between Nanaya and foreign deities were not exactly common in the Bronze Age: the recently discovered Amorite-Akkadian bilingual has her as the counterpart of Pidray (otherwise only known from Ugarit but presumably originally linked to Aleppo), and Frans Wiggermann maintains an equation between her and Elamite Narundi was a thing, but he doesn't cite a source and also by the time it would've occurred Narundi was only worshiped in Mesopotamia anyway.
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