Greek and Roman Mythology
Featured Work
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Penelope Waiting by Randy Sprout
28X18 Etching on Copper Plate on Arches Buff Half Sheet 200Lb: This took me almost a year to make.
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Entropy by pauldrobertson
Mixed media 140 cms… I am slowly letting go and being more… well less constrained I suppose. In this one I basically made most of it up as I went along. Well all of it. Really. Hm. There’s a bunch of stuff embedded in the paint – a small screwdriver, a disassembled bottle opener, 15 cents, a couple of pencils split in half, some nails and staples. I painted the shelves; the outside, first, then the figure, then the water, then the butterflies. I was hesitant about using butterflies as I did not and do not wish for this piece to be mistaken for FEMINIST art, as it COULD be read that way, if’n you really wanted to. There are all these jars and boxes… When I started I just looked around at the room I was in and at my desk. It is, eternally, a mess, of course. Well I mean I AM an artist, I don’t want to disappoint the stereotype since I conform to it involuntarily in so many, many other ways. Hm I had better go and get it and look at it while I am writing this. OK well that isn’t really helping much, here’s a detail: / / From left to right, it starts with 15 cents, then there’s a little bell, and a rough drawing of a girl’s, a child’s, dress. Then the poetry starts. I’ll get into that in a minute. Right yeah, hm, a couple of candles, a jar and some scissors. Then there is the staff of Aesculapius – symbol of medicine and healing and stuff. To the left of this u can just make out the bits of screwdriver :) A spider, drawn/painted nails to go with the real ones, disembodied hands and fore-arms raised in defense; a cup that I was drinking out of and copied directly into the piece (It has always been a hazard to have turpentine and coffee on the same table whilst painting, and one that i have fallen prey to many times, spitting turp’s all over my paintings on occasion.) Playing cards – a joker and an ace, and there was a queen of hearts there but I painted over it with the border-type-thing. I was going to use real cards but kind of finished the piece before I made it to a news agent to get any. Lastly at the bottom you can see bits of the bottle opener that I stuck in there and half a pencil. Also news agents freak me out because they always have people buying lottery tickets and the saying that I have for that particular contemporary fascination is: LOTTO IS A TAX ON PEOPLE WHO CAN’T DO MATH’S. / / AND on the RIGHT SIDE.. / / / There’s a jar with TEETH written across it, but I thought that may be a little gross so I made it more difficult to read and subtle-ish. Then a jar of memory. Boxes, some stuff that may or may not be books – they are books I just didn’t do that very clearly. Then a big tin of paint, and over that there is the other side of the bottle opener that I pulled apart and stuck on. Also there are two of the three not-really-feminist-issue butterflies in boxes. The reason I think that it could easily be taken that way is because there is a pretty girl lying on a bed alongside them, and hey they ARE in boxes and presumably DEAD, so it would be easy to see that I am pointing out the similarity in the objectification of women and the collecting of dead butterflies killed with formaldehyde and put on display. Only I’m not. / / / / Now that I think about it, I should have added two ravens… Hugin and Munin were Odin’s ravens, “thought” and “memory.” Oh well put it on the shelf for later with all that stuff that I painted this time. Going through each symbol would take me a looong time and I sincerely doubt that anyone would read it ALL, though you never know I suppose. They kind of add up to a dream world of memory and experience, tainted and held by time in its nasty little claws. As we all are. Don’t forget. It is my deepest ambition to spend each slippery moment as aware as I can be, as ANYONE ever WAS that it is my own responsibility to live as well as hope can imagine, to exploit and immerse myself in life, in time itself. I hold this ambition above any other, it is a continually replicating theme in my work. These seconds and hours and days and weeks are by their very nature, by each shred of perception that we have, FINITE, they WILL end, we WILL die. This irrefutability in itself defines the necessity of this need: THE FACT THAT TIME PASSES, THAT WE WILL DIE, MAKES THE MOMENTS THAT WE HAVE INFINITELY MORE PRECIOUS. There is an end to it all, no matter what beliefs we hold on to with our last thoughts and slur with our guttering breath. We cannot begin to imagine eternity, we just can’t, nothing in our experience can show us a glimpse of what that could mean – how can we believe in something that we don’t even have the beginnings of the capacity to imagine? That we have a place in it? “And time sickens me. Moments make me wretch with what they are, with their absolute sacrosanct inevitability. Make holes in the burning heart of God. As I continue to live and rip through time like particles being torn to pieces on the edges of a black hole. Shining with their last light, exploding outwards as they die. I feel like this. / Tearing ourselves to pieces as we shine bright enough to scald our own eyes, extant awareness of the trap of atrophy that will swing us back to pain always, always. It is not true that what goes up must come down. It is true that a sine curve is forced upon us by the nature of life, of the universe. For every spike of brilliant brightness there WILL be an equal part, a disease of equality. / Wish Wish wish. Pray into the infinite dark, hold onto the sides of your mind and DON’T FUCKING SLIP. Some fissure in the void. Some smoke from the burning slide. “ Hm um you see, well, I have really tried to look into this, spending the moments examining moments. / This kind of sums it all up… “In spacetime, everything which for us constitutes the past, the present and the future is given en bloc… Each observer, as his time passes, discovers, so to speak, new slices of spacetime which appear to him as successive aspects of the material world, though in reality, the ensemble of events constituting spacetime exist prior to his knowledge of them” / Louis de Broglie, physicist Which pretty much means that our perception of time is actually all an illusion, yeah I KNOW I wasn’t surprised either. Though since it is very difficult to actually prove that we exist at all anyway, or more specifically that anyone else exists or anything else apart from our thoughts (cogito ergo sum, I think therefore I am or as I prefer, I forget therefore I was, a little cup of Descartes anyone? with lemon?) I am considering becoming more of a cynic, I don’t think that I doubt enough. A final Quote: in the Sanskrit epic the GITA, a mortal ARJUNA confronts God (KRISHNA) not as a creator but as a destroyer. Shaken, he asks of this dark god the question: / “Tell me who you are” / And receives the answer: / “I am come as time, the waster of the peoples. / Ready for the hour that ripens to their ruin.” AND HERE’S THE MIDDLE BIT: / / / / SHE IS DREAMING OF COURSE. But everyone probably got that part huh? / / / The poetry in the piece is plucked from a variety of poems that I have written, and the lines are meant to be taken in the context of the images that surround them, not as a whole… this is the poem that most of it comes from: Sarcasm is its own reward. / With a feel for illusions and allusions there’s only one bone picker on the farm. / Give me a chance and I’ll tell you how to lose, / how to become whatever it happens you mostly revile when you’re alone / and trying quietude for an experiment. / Bones on the outside, like insects, sure. / There is no way out of this, this is stuck-dom, stuck-ville, / stuck-o-later time, / for Christ’s sake give me a plate full of ashes / and a smothered wreathe and why don’t you ask me one more time, I’ll find the right way to say it. / Ask me again. I’ll say the same thing in a different way and on the couch this time in the night, / singing softly and whispering into my hair. / I’ll show you my teeth and you can twist hairs on my arm so that you know that I know that you’re there. / Wishing for time to see, lips curled like paper on a fire, / man that’s not the world shaking – that’s just you. I love it when ads for colour fade. / Lifting up in quiet suspension and Christ did you see that guy’s fucking NECK? / Offer me a corner in the parlour with soft wrapping on the outside, / lights and stretched skin, translucent like / grass on a spring afternoon only skin, not grass. Offer me this and a few more and ask me again. / This time I’ll tell you a story with highlights in pink / and we’ll both fall backwards laughing into summer with our arms full of flowers clutched a little too tightly. Soft cheek carved into light smell of cigarettes and warm wine, / - tolerance and conviction clean into pure water, sure, in the morning? / Their love story, it’s famous, a princess at Christmas-time, / iron that’s pitted and scarred and cool and heavy in your hand. / Walking on the beach muttering vigorous, Clothos and Lachesis separated by cloth-backed, dark books. / Trying again and so hard this time laced and buckled and arcane, / accentuated and caressed. Willed into existence with a strangled grasp. / Can’t fake anymore got my vices clamped up inside into bluff and hardness. / Can’t give can’t touch what’s inside me / not with these hands pushing against the sides. / In a grotesquery of pinched bones and drawing / tightness beating against my ribs like I’ve swallowed / a murder of crows an assassin of ravens or a murderer an assassin a juggler. / Ask Me / One More. / Time. / These streets that are really just snakes and fires like that are lies. / These worlds that hurt and are pins in flesh, like before. / This compassion. This fever. / This moment and fall. It’s happy only-after, gripped and cramped sucked kissed and choking. / In the moonlight with a pulse and a flower clinging to her skin. / Sleep with me. / Push my head to your chest so I can hear your heart / Cry in your sleep. / Breathe into my open mouth / These are the words that will not make love stay. (Atropos and Lachesies are two of the three fates in Greek mythology – their sister, clothos, is where we get the word cloth from. Lachesis was the spinner, Clothos the weaver, and Atropos cut the threads. The cloth was the world and the threads, mortals, titans and gods. Even the gods were subject to the warp and weft of their loom. Man God or Titan Atropos’ scissors stopped ended the colour and twist of any thread.)
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Ariel by Thomas Dodd
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Roman Mythology: Jupiter by Mariaan Krog Art Portfolio
Ruler of the Gods. He is the god of Sky, Lightning and Thunder. He is the son of Saturn and brother of Neptune, Pluto and Juno, who is also his wife. His attribute is the lightning bolt and his symbol the eagle, who is also his messenger. He was also considered the Patron god of Rome, and his temple was the official place of state business and sacrifices. Originated from the Greek god, Zeus. Medium: Watercolours on AMEDEO 200GSM Artist’s Sheet. / Size: A4 Copyright: Mariaan Krog 2008 /
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Roman Mythology: Mercury by Mariaan Krog Art Portfolio
God of Trade, Profit, Merchants and Travellers. His main festival, the Mercuralia, was celebrated on May 15 and on this day the merchants sprinkled their heads and their merchandise with water from his well near the Porta Capena. The symbols of Mercury are the caduceus (a staff with two intertwined snakes) and a purse (a symbol of his connection with commerce). Originated from the Greek god, Hermes. Medium: Watercolours on AMEDEO 200GSM Artist’s Sheet. / Size: A4 Copyright: Mariaan Krog 2008 /
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Roman God Janus by Jedika
Pen on cartridge paper 300gsm / 2006 / An improved resolution from the previous upload Sale made on September 26th 2008
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Faunus by Ivy Izzard
Painted using Photoshop and Corel Painter.
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Charites: Spring by Ivy Izzard
Charites (Χάριτες; Greek: “Graces”), goddesses of charm, beauty, nature, human creativity and fertility. They ordinarily numbered three, from youngest to oldest: Aglaea (“Beauty”), Euphrosyne (“Mirth”), and Thalia (“Good Cheer”). Photo references by Chiaki and Ona
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Persephone by JaneSaunders
Oil on canvas 60X80cm. / Original painting sold.
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Maid to Crone, Morr'igan Isis and Hecate by CherrieB
This image was started in hospital after my partner lost a baby and i finished it this week whilst recovering froma liver biopsey so this image has a lot of meaning for me. / I have seen many examples of the three phases of the goddess and these are those i am most drawn to and all have had a place along the path i have chosen. The Morr’igan is the Celtic goddess of sexuality and war, she is powerful knows herself, if she is on yourside you can acomplish anything but betray her and theres a sting in her tail, so be careful and respectful of her at all times. To me the Morr’igan is my femanist side the old me who worked in turning the tide of all those injustices women face in the real world. back then i was known for my flame red hair and my sence of being a women on a mission. Isis, She is the mother her wisdom is still seen today in the images of Mary. She has tolarance and understanding and nurtures new life. And creativity with out which i dont know where i would be today, she is my anchor and link to reality when my brain is away with the fairys, she is the goddess that no matter how drained and down i get helps me to see the need of others. Hercate, the crone she is the wisdom in the darkness, she hold all the secrets of the world, life to her is a endless mystery. in short she knows everything and theres no hiding anything from her. To me shes my guild, my common sence, she helps me see lifes path in many ways and that sometimes you have to turn the puzzel on its head and think outside the box, she is the goddess who helps me keep it together and shares her secret in those littel moments that others miss. now with my hair going grey i feel quite comfetable with her guildance. well there you have it in short i hope these goddesses help you as much as they help me Blessed Be to you all
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Cupid by jimm150
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Recent Work
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Young Oannes by David VanHattem
A young male centuar grazing in a field of purple flowers.
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The Hurd by David VanHattem
A merman swimming and playing with a hurd of dolphins.
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Out of the Blue by David VanHattem
Young merman breaking the surface of a blue ocean.
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the horned one by secretplanet
8B pencil drawing on drawing paper (220 gsm). It’s Pan, or the Horned God, & his friend. / this is my favorite piece i’ve ever done so far: it took 23 hours all up!
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Passion by ys-eye
Cupid and Psyche / featured in Statues and Such November 4th, 2009
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Moon Goddess Selene by Ingrid Glashüttner
Inspired by the Myth of Selene & Endymion, / and Sonata Arcticas Song My Selene: Nocturnal poetry / Dressed in the whitest silver you’d smile at me / Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But still… Solitude’s upon my skin / A Life that’s bound by the chains of reality / Would you let me be your Endymion? I would / Bath in your moonlight and slumber in peace / Enchanted by your kiss in forever sleep But until we unite / I live for that night / Wait for time / Two souls entwine / In the break of new dawn / My hope is forlorn / Shadows they will fade / But I’m always in the shade / Without you… Serene and silent sky / Rays of moon are dancing with the tide / A perfect sight, a world devine And I… / The loneliest child alive / Always waiting, searching for my rhyme / I’m still alone in the dead of night / Silent I lie with a smile on my face / Appearance deceives and the silence betrays / As I wait for the time / My dream comes alive / Always out of sight / But never out of mind And under waning moon / Still I long for you / Alone against the light / Solitude am I In the end I’m enslaved by my dream / In the end there’s no soul who’d bleed for me Hidden from daylight I’m sealed in my cave / Trapped in a dream that is slowly turning to nightmare, / Where I’m all alone / Venial is life when you’re but a dream, / The book is still open the pages as empty as me I cling to a hope that’s beginning to fade / Trying to break the desolation I hate But until we unite / I live for that night / Wait for time / Two souls entwine In the break of new dawn / My hope is forlorn / We will never meet / Only Misery and me This is my final call / My evenfall / Drowning into time / I become the night By the light of new day / I’ll fade away / Reality cuts deep / Would you bleed with me / My Selene? selene@youtube Fineliner, Watercolour & Acrylic
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Calypsos Lament by Ingrid Glashüttner
Immortal Goddess Calypso gets Odysseus an axe to build a raft so he can leave her island and return to Ithaka and his beloved wife Penelope. ~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by Suzanne Vegas song Calypso: My name is Calypso / And I have lived alone / I live on an island / And I waken to the dawn / A long time ago / I watched him struggle with the sea / I knew that he was drowning / And I brought him into me / Now today / Come morning light / He sails away / After one last night / I let him go. My garden overflows / Thick and wild and hidden / Is the sweetness there that grows / My hair it blows long / As I sing into the wind / I tell of nights / Where I could taste the salt on his skin / Salt of the waves / And of tears / And though he pulled away / I kept him here for seven years / I let him go In the dawn he sails away / To be gone forever more / And the waves will take him in again / But he’ll know their ways now / I will stand upon the shore / With a clean heart / And my song in the wind The sand will sting my feet / And the sky will burn / It’s a lonely time ahead / I do not ask him to return ~~~~~~~~~~ / From HOMERS Odyssey: / [...] Odysseus was washed ashore on the island of Calypso, who saved him from Poseidon’s anger… / He has spent seven years on Calypso’s island and she fell so much in love with him… After all she is persuaded to release him by the messenger god Hermes, who has been sent by Zeus. Odysseus built a raft and sailed away forever…
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Medea's Revenge by Ingrid Glashüttner
Inspired by Euripides’ Play Medea, / and Alphonse Mucha’s Painting Medee
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Iris/She's Like A Rainbow by redqueenself
acrylic painting 9”x11” on sketchbook paperof Iris the rainbow goddess / She’s Like A Rainbow# / redqueen’s elf on zazzle.com / / She comes in colors ev’rywhere; / She combs her hair / She’s like a rainbow / Coming, colors in the air / everywhere / She comes in colors / She comes in colors ev’rywhere; / She combs her hair / She’s like a rainbow / Coming, colors in the air / Oh, everywhere / She comes in colors / Have you seen her dressed in blue? / See the sky in front of you / And her face is like a sail / Speck of white so fair and pale / Have you seen a lady fairer? / She comes in colors ev’rywhere; / She combs her hair / She’s like a rainbow / Coming, colors in the air / everywhere / She comes in colors / Have you seen her all in gold? / Like a queen in days of old / She shoots colors all around / Like a sunset going down / Have you seen a lady fairer? / She comes in colors ev’rywhere; / She combs her hair / She’s like a rainbow / Coming, colors in the air / Oh, everywhere / She comes in colors / She’s like a rainbow / Coming, colors in the air / Oh, everywhere / She comes in colors
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Pallas Athena by George Paul Miller
Graphite Drawing on paper, original size 11”x 14”. Drawn with a standard number two pencil. I drew this for a friend, for her birthday. ... of my own art it’s one of my all time favorites.
About This Group
For art, writing and musings inspired by and/or incorporating themes from ancient Greece and Roman Myth.
Work submitted by this group should illustrate a the myth or story or depict the spirits and gods and goddesses typical of the stories…
- please do not submit photos of ruins of these places unless their is specific mention to the deity that was worshiped there or something specific about it’s mythological (religious) foundation.
- please do not submit photos of statues without stating their deities’ names or something specific about it’s mythological (religious) foundation.
- please limit the above to the MYTHOLOGICAL and spiritual side of Greece and Rome… this group is for the gods and goddesses, perhaps some demi-gods, but it is not for archaeological perspectives of ancient Greek and/or Roman society and civilisation.
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