This is very evocative for me -- calming, but calm in the way something gets by moving very quickly. The lighting, the composition, and the colors (especially the silhouettes contrasted by the grass in the foreground) are all calming. On the other hand, the underlying symbolism is all very ironic and dynamic. Europa was raped by the bull (Zeus), and now the bull is on a spit and Europa has become the triumphant phallus. The bull is dead, and yet the sky is opening up to show the faint countours of Zeus's nostrils -- the bull is still up there, ready to spew lightning. This is the calm both before and after the storm (though the grass tells us it is before the literal rain). I suppose this is an intersection of the Jungian and Freudian, in a sense, but in a way that is fundamentally mythic.