Greek

1945 creative works found

Greek Port No. 3
by Paul Vanzella

Docking at various Greek Islands, I could’nt tear myself away from the actual ports, as to me they provided the visual interest. Awesome signage and colour coded curbs, along with industrial qualities proved and endless escape for me.
The Male Psyche
by Gorgidas

A variation on the Eros and Psyche myth. / Sold one framed print to a redbubble member.
Philoi
by Gorgidas
The Minotaur
by Keelan McMorrow

The classic mythological beast of Greek lore, whom resides in the shadows. An allussion to the beast within the darkest recesses of us all that must be searched out, confronted, and slain. This guy actually just looks like he could use a break…. / Really it was part of my intention in this work to present the sort of monster that is melancholy; a darker beast of dimmer depths than it is often given credit for. / Original was done in watercolor and gouache media, on Arches cold-press 180lb. cotton rag.
Self-Portrait with Narcissus Flower
by Keelan McMorrow

A little spin on the old story of Narcissus. Narcissus, as you may well know, was a quite lovely Greek youth enamoured by his own image. He pined away his days staring at his own reflection, eventually growing roots in the ground- punished by the gods for his vanity, he was transformed into the Narcissus flower. Of course this is the root of modern English words like narcissist and narcissistic. / In this work I wanted to spin that old myth in a different direction. As an artist I find myself working for hours and hours, days at a time on my artwork. When I rest from my painting I find myself staring at the result, intrigued by my own work. I love painting and I’m in love with my work. Now, it’s often said that art is but an extention of the artist. If that’s the case then it goes to follow that I’m a bit of a narcissist myself, albeit of a different sort. / The joke in this piece is that it’s a self-portrait. But I’m staring down at my work, which happens to be a Narcissus flower (Narcissus poeticus, to be exact), the work being but a different reflection of myself. / The original was completed in watercolor and gouache media on Arches 180lb. cold-press cotton rag, 2007.
Goddess of War
by GuitarAtomik

What if the God of War was the Goddess of War?
Divine Arcanus
by srcreations

NOW AVAILABLE IN PRINT After some weeks of developing this piece in my mind it finally just started to come together. As usual I went at the theme with something different in mind. What are we to say about how the divine eye sees our world or we may see the divine world in comparison to our own. This thought inspired a more surreal feel to the finished product. Stock Usage Model - Felixdeon / Dome - Aegean-Prince / candles, stars, tree - Peace-of-Art / water - Persephone / water - kells-aristock / waterfall - Enchantedgal-Stock / Pillar - Mjranum-Stock / texture - Norke-Stock“ / Circles—XnickixstockX Scroll free stock provided by http://sxc.hu/ / GLobes created By Myself in 3dsMAX AWARDS & ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Deviant Art : Daily Deviation, 2007-10-09 Featured Glance and Gaze / Featured Seduced By Art IV / Featured Sep Visual Art Features / Featured Best of Weekly Phot.Manip
Navagio Bay Shipwreck
by Carl Osbourn

Taken at Navagio Bay in Greece summer 2007 / Took a quad bike across the island for a day – great fun :)
Cigarette Break - Self Portrait
by Jaeda DeWalt
CHAOTIKA
by Marny Barnes

THE FURIES (greek mythology) But not the less did the Furies cry out against him that he was accursed and given over to them as a prey; for that they were appointed of the Gods to execute vengeance upon evil-doers, of whom he was the chief, seeing that he had slain the mother that bare him. But while they thus cried out against him, there appeared the Goddess Athené, very fair to see, with the spear of gold in her hand; and she spake, saying, “From the banks of Scamander am I come, for I heard the cry of one that called upon my name. And now I would fain know what meaneth all this that I see. Who art thou, stranger, that sittest clasping this image? And who are ye that are so strange of aspect, being like neither to the Gods nor to the daughters of men?” Then the Furies made answer, “We will tell thee the matter shortly, daughter of Zeus. We are the children of Night, and we are called the Curses, and our office is to drive the murderer from his home.” Then said the goddess, “And whither do ye drive him?” “We drive him to the land where no joy abideth.” “And why do ye pursue this man?” “Because he dared to slay his mother.” / I have done alot of Photoshop work in the past year. I took an ass kicking from my photoshop teacher Charles. And it pissed me off so much I made this. / Funny how that works. I can honestly say that this is the proudest over a peice of work I have ever been
Horai: Autumn
by Ivy Izzard

The Horai (Ώραι) were the goddesses of the seasons and the natural portions of time. Another collaboration with Chiaki and Ona. T-shirt here / Sold 1 Medium Framed Print in January 2009 /
HISTORICAL FRAMEWORK
by Scott d'Almeida

TEMPLE OF APOLLO IN NAXOS GREECE
NIGHT IN GREECE
by Scott d'Almeida

THIS WAS TAKEN IN ONE OF THE MOST CHARMING TOWNS I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE OF EXPERIENCING. IT IS CALLED OIA IN THE NORTHERN PART OF THE GREEK ISLAND CALLED SANTORINI. THE TOWN LITERALLY CASCADES DOWN TEH HILL.THE SUNSETS THERE ARE WORLD REKNOWNED AND I TOOK THIS ABOUT 20 MINUTES AFTER THE SUN HAD SET USING A 3 SECOND SLOW EXPOSURE ON A TRIPOD ATOP A CLIFF EDGE THAT I HAD TO RISK LIFE AND LIMB TO GET TO SO I COULD GET THE ANGLE I WANTED. TAKEN WITH A FUJI FILM S9600 *WINNER OF ‘DESTINATIONS’ CONTEST IN 100% GROUP!!
SITTING,WAITING,WATCHING (RESPECT)
by Scott d'Almeida

PART OF THE “LIFE IS….” COLLECTION “LIFE IS….RESPECT” THIS WAS TAKEN IN GREECE AROUND 8 AM . THE OLD LADY APPARENTLY SITS OUT THERE FOR HOURS JUST WATCHING LIFE GO BY AS SOON AS THE SUN COMES UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING. GREAT CHARACTER
Chronos
by Osman Andrei

See Greek mythology for references: / > chronos-personification of time / > string-representing the flow of life
Ariadne and Dionysus
by MoonSpiral

9×12 soft pastel and a gold oil pastel on colorfix paper Featured image in the groups THE PATCHWORK, and *♂♥♥QUORN♥♥♀ Ariadne was most likely the ancient Minoan Snake goddess. The island of Crete was once a very strong matriarchal society and Ariadne was their powerful mother goddess. When the patriarchal Greeks overtook the island they rewrote Ariadne to be the human daughter of King Minos, and there by stripping her of her goddess power. / The Greek myth has her saving the Greek hero Theseus from the dark and scarry labyrinth and the creepy minotaur (symbols for the womb of the goddess and our own connection to the animal world…through the goddess). / Anyway she saves Theseus and they run off together. Then Theseus decides to dump Ariadne, pregnant no less, on an island. The Greek ultimate partying god, Dionysus, spots her there and falls in love with her. As a way of honoring Ariadne he puts her crown into the heavens and it becomes the constellation Corona Borealis. / Though Ariadne doesn’t play a large role in Greek myth, she seems to be strong in our collective conscious. There have been many paintings depicting her. One such painting was Klimt’s “Kiss”. The white flowers placed at the woman’s crown in the painting are in the exact positions of the stars of the Corona Borealis. The man is wearing ivy in his hair to connect him to Dionysus. I decided to do this painting Klimt style to honor him for symbolically placing Ariadne and Dionysus in his masterpiece. / The real truth behind Dionysus is he is the god of ecstasy. I figure Ariadne felt the ecstasy of his kiss long before he touched her. In fact, Ariadne herself might be a symbol for ascension, for feeling the ecstasy of oneness with god and then going to heaven through our crown (chakras).
Medusa the Gorgon
by Matt Pott

Freeze your Enemies to Scary Stone with this T-Shirt of the Ghoul herself Medusa from the Greek Myths!! (T-Shirt Does Not actually turn people to stone)
The Greek Barber of Serifos
by guntisjansons

Oil painting portrait of Greek Barber. 100cm x 100cm This was painted while I was living on the Greek Island of Serifos. / He was the Barber and you can see his ‘shop’ reflected in his glasses.
PEEPHOLE SUNSET
by Scott d'Almeida

THIS WAS TAKEN THROUGH A HOLE IN A WOODEN FENCE ACROSS THE ROAD FROM A BEACH IN IOS IN THE GREEK ISLANDS. ADDS A NATURAL FRAMING THAT ENHANCES THE BEAUTICUL COLORS OF THE SUNSET ON THE SILHOUETTE OF TEH BOAT.
Persephone
by Patricia Ariel

Watercolor and pencil on illustration board, / 10×8 / 2009 Model: Adhara Batul One of the Greek myths I adore the most, for its incredible strength, poetry and significance, is the myth of Persephone. In Greek mythology, Persephone was the goddess of the underworld and of the Spring growth. Daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest, she was abducted by Hades and taken to the land of the dead. By a determination of the Fates, she was forced to stay for two seasons each year after eating pomegranates seeds, thus becoming consort of Hades and queen of the underworld. This time I opted by depicting her sorrow and solitude after having the seeds, although there’s quite an air of resignation with her destiny.
Water Horse
by Lynnette Shelley

A serpentine hippocamp (mythical chimera/sea horse) in shades of green and gold. Made as a thank you present for someone. Original measures approx 12×19” / Created with oil pastels, colored pencils, gold and white paint, art pens on heavy textured green Strathmore artist paper. Sadly the original artwork appears to have been lost in the mail when sent to its new home :(
Gaia
by Helen Burke

Goddess of the Earth I was inspired to do this for an online photoshop contest. This piece won. The model is called ‘Iza’ , and has a great stock library on DeviantArt. I have a great fondness for Photoshop and the freedom it gives me. The practice of applying textures to human skin can have some remarkable results. This is supposed to represent Gaia in her natural form, born of Chaos.
Penelope - And/Or Having Helene Ruiz In Mind
by Danilo Lejardi

Copyright DaniloLejardi 2009 / (Please view large) / I guess most of you probably know or have read about Penelope, the faithful wife of Odysseus, who keeps her suitors at bay in his long absence, and that her name has always been associated with faithfulness. And Time. / Well, I decided to recreate this character once more by thinking of Helene Ruiz. Why? Well, because you probably know that one of the recurrent elements in her works is Time _ if it´s not her main theme. Just take a look at her gallery. / So this is my very personal tribute to one of the greatest artists in town. / This is also a tribute to one of my favorite Spanish singer/composers of all times: Joan Manuel Serrat. One of his most known musical compositions is Penelope, precisely; the story of a woman who spent all her life waiting her lover to come back. Though in this case, her lover returned, but he was so old that she couldn´t recognize him, and then she forever continued to wait for the love of her youth. Here is a videoclip of singer Diego Torres singing Serrat´s Penelope. / Here are the lyrics of Serrat´s Penelope ( In Spanish): “Penélope, / Con su bolso de piel marrón, / Sus zapatos de tacón / Y su vestido de domingo. Penélope, / Se sienta en un banco en el andén / Y espera a que llegue el primer tren / Meneando el abanico. Dicen en el pueblo / Que un caminante paró / Su reloj una tarde de primavera. Adiós, amor mio, / No me llores, volveré / Antes que de los sauces / Caigan las hojas Piensa en mi, volveré por ti Pobre infeliz, / Se paró tu reloj infantil / Una tarde plomiza de abril / Cuando se fue tu amante. Se marchitó / En tu huerto hasta la ultima flor, / No hay un sauce en la Calle Mayor / Para Penélope. Penélope, / Tristes a fuerza de esperar / Sus ojos parecen brillar / Si un tren silba a lo lejos. Penélope, / Uno tras otro los ve pasar / Mira sus caras, los oye hablar, / Para ella son muñecos. Dicen en el pueblo / Que el caminante volvió. / La encontró / En su banco de pino verde. La llamó, / “Penélope, mi amante fiel, mi paz / Deja ya de tejer sueños en tu mente. Mirame, soy tu amor, / Regresé.” Le sonrió / Con los ojos llenitos de ayer / No era asi su cara ni su piel, / “Tu no eres quien yo espero.” Y se quedó / Con su bolso de piel marrón, / Y sus zapatitos de tacón / Sentada en la estación.”
INVITED SANTORINI
by Scott d'Almeida

THIS WAS TAKEN ON THE BEAUTIFUL GREEK ISLAND OF SANTORINI. THE BLUE DOMES ON THE WHITE WASHED OLD TRADITIONAL BUILDINGS MAKES THIS ONE VERY MAGICAL PLACE TO VISIT / / thank you for your wonderful support,cheers