#apollo
Deep, deep down in the center, where the Sun and its luminous God had no place, Python still slithers with shadows, the swirls of fumes, the echoes.
Slain, yet alive.
Blind, yet all-knowing.
His priestess listens, waits, breathes.
The mystery, the unexplained.
Epsilon.
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The story of The Oracle of Delphi is an endless well where you can go deep as you want, and still find something new (I’ve always found fascinating the fact that the original deity was Python, only later killed and replaced by Apollo).
The concept for this painting came to me as I read that among the phrases supposedly carved at the entrance to the temple (like “know thyself” and such) there was a big, looming “E”.
No explanation, nothing, just “E”. It was a carving so old that not even Plato knew what it meant.
This is the biggest watercolor piece I’ve done in my entire life. I’ve wasted so much time on it that right now I’m hating it with a passion, but hopefully in a couple of weeks I’ll feel more forgiving XD
Medium: watercolors of paper, Gimp for minor touches and the application of the Golden Texture (the original has actual gold leaf though)
Dimensions: 50x70 cm
WIP
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i want the greek gods yogurt
i am sorry
ahjfjfhf i was writing something and ended up slipping a small prayer to Athena in it and I liked it so I’m sharing it here! quick and easy, and it rhymes so that really helps me remember it lol
“Lady Athena, guide my hand;
Beside me always may you stand.
Entrust to me the victor’s share;
Grey-eyed goddess, hear my prayer.”
ok I also wrote one for Apollo but forgot to post it:
“Lord Apollo, Phoebus bright,
Shelter me in healing light.
With silver bow and unshorn hair,
Protect me always; hear my prayer.”
me: man I miss writing music but I just haven’t had time for it lately :/
(later)
me, writing a song in one sitting and actually liking it: oh. huh.
Apollo::)
me: thank you,,,
i love Apollo so so so much. every day i’m just even more amazed. i was scared about something and asked for him to protect me, to guide me, all the while listening to the playlist i made him on spotify
and i stop and listen to the music and it’s “livin’ on a prayer”, specifically the line in the chorus: “take my hand, and we’ll make it, i swear”
i almost CRIED, DUDE
“You must be the friend
That Hermes told me about.
The darkness that surrounds you
Is as he described,
Incredibly thick and powerful.
You are practically drowning in it!
I can see how it has
Stolen the air from your lungs!“All that you have seen
And all that you have experienced…
Little one, you sure are resilient!
That mind of yours
Is stronger than you think!
We have much to discuss,
But first, grab hold.
I won’t let you drown anymore!”The voice that speaks to you
Is powerful, yet melodic;
And that hand that reaches for you
Is gloriously sun-kissed
With the calloused fingers
Of a talented musician.
You trust in the voice
And accept His hand.“Helios, my friend,
Please send this poor soul
A glorious ray of light!”
And suddenly you see the sun,
Feel the warmth on your skin.
It is new and refreshing.
You drink it in
As you are pulled upward.Then there is more light,
Brilliant and colorful.
The darkness dissipates
Beneath your feet,
Hissing and snarling
As it cowers away.
You feel lighter and, finally,
You can take in a breath.“There! Look at you!
I can see the color
Returning to your cheeks.
How does it feel, young one,
To breathe in fresh air?
To see the sun after so long?
You have so many more
Beautiful things to experience!”He takes a seat and gestures
For you to sit beside Him.
“Lately, things have been
Particularly difficult for you.
Hermes has shared your struggles
And I sympathize, I do.
I have seen many mortals
Struggle and fall."Hermes says that you
Once had an incredible
Passion for the arts…
But you’ve forgotten how to smile
And you no longer sing or dance.
That, my mortal friend,
Breaks my heart
And I feel compelled to help you."Whatever you are carrying,
I know it must be heavy.
But please, dear one,
Share that weight with me.
Whatever you are holding on to,
Tell it to me here
And I will help you
Let go of it for good."I know you feel alone,
But there are many people,
Divine and mortal,
Who are willing to help you.
Keeping this to yourself
Will only make things worse.
The darkness will keep coming back
If you try to face it alone."You deserve to smile and dance,
To laugh and sing again!
I want to see the passion
Return to your beautiful eyes.
I want to see you breathe
This fresh air every day,
No longer trapped in the darkness,
But happily walking under the Sun."Every day will not be grand
You will still have struggles,
But you won’t be weighed down
By all the hardships of your past.
If you accept my help,
I will make sure you can handle
Any obstacle that gets in your way
And help you overcome it."Will you let me reignite your passion
And help you face the darkness
That has consumed you for so long?
Will you let me strum my lyre
And sing of your victory
When you finally overcome your past?
You’ve got nothing to lose
And so much to gain!"I know this is a leap of faith
But you trusted me enough
To take my hand the first time.
The path ahead won’t be easy,
I will make you work hard,
But you will not be alone.
So what do you say, my friend,
Will you walk with me?”
Apollo: Why do good people die young?
Artemis: Well, when you’re in a garden, what flowers do you pick?
Apollo: The ugly ones
Artemis:Exac- wait, what?
Apollo:Ugly bitches don’t belong in my garden
He’s gotta make sure that his boyfriend is properly surrounded by beautiful plants.
For even a god can regret.
Marsyas was a satyr who was punished by Apollo for his hubris. When Marsyas played the flute, everyone became frenzied with joy. This led Marsyas to think that he was better than Apollo, and he challenged the god to a musical contest. The contestants agreed to take turns displaying their skills and the rule was that the victor could “do whatever he wanted” to the loser.
Apollo was declared the winner and, angered with Marsyas’ haughtiness and his accusations, decided to flay the satyr.
Apollo flayed Marsyas alive for his hubris to challenge a god. Marsyas’ blood turned into the river Marsyas. But Apollo soon repented, and, being distressed at what he had done, he tore the strings of his lyre and threw it away. The lyre was later discovered by the Muses and Apollo’s sons Linus and Orpheus. The Muses fixed the middle string, Linus the string struck with the forefinger, and Orpheus the lowest string and the one next to it. They took it back to Apollo, but the god, who had decided to stay away from music for a while, laid away both the lyre and the pipes at Delphi and joined Cybele in her wanderings to as far as Hyperborea.
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Drawing dancing badasses is one of my favorite things.
I’ve been meaning to get around to doing a print of these two, I just have to sit my butt down and FOCUS (story of my life).
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Apollo: I don’t have UNO so go fuck off.
Hermes:Everyone has UNO dipshit, it came free with your fucking Xbox.
Apollo: I didn’t get it, I have the oldest Xbox known to man.
Hermes: No you don’t, I bought mine on day one you fucking idiot.
Apollo:Well, mine didn’t have it.
Hermes:YOU HAVE UNO, YOU FUCKING DICK.
Apollo: I don’t have it you fucking bitch.
Hermes: YOU HAVE UNOOOOOOO!
Apollo: I DON’T FUCKING HAVE UNO MOTHERFUCKER.
Hermes:GO TO IT IN THE ARCADE,
Apollo: I don’t have two
Hermes: AND YOU’LL BE ABLE TO DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE
Apollo: I don’t have three, I don’t have fucking four.
Hermes: YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER.
Apollo: I don’t have seven.
Hermes:IT’S A FUCKING CARD GAME, THEY DON’T EVEN CHARGE PEOPLE FOR IT.
Apollo: Eight, nine, ten OR ELEVEN.
Hermes:YOU DON’T KNOW A GODDAMN THING.
Apollo: I DON’T HAVE UNOOO.
Hermes:IT’S FUCKING UNO, IT’S FREE.
Apollo:I’m having one of those things, you know, a headache with pictures.
Athena: An idea?
“And when, on Paris’ return, Cassandra saw Helen coming into Troy, she tore her hair and flung away her golden veil; but the city nevertheless received this woman as a jewel meant to enhance its beauty”.
Day 9: hyacinth
Based on Jean Broc’s “The Death of Hyacinth”
This is the second flower I know named after dead mythological character
Wonder if there are more…
This piece took longer to complete than I expected, partly because of the flowers, but mostly because I feel pretty burnt out lately
this is a small reminder
It is going to be okay, you have the sun during the day lightning your path and the moon during the night protecting you with their strength, for the avoidance of loneliness be grateful, be grateful for their company and your own life because they have never failed you, not even a single day, not the sun, not the moon and not yourself, be kind
Sorry Romney. I call bullshit. You do NOT get to get doey eyed talking about the accomplishments of the Federal Government Apollo missions (and by extension, Mercury and Gemini space programs) supported by the tax payers while at the same time calling for smaller government, reducing spending on space exploration, and calling for lower taxes.
Bullshit. Don’t shove an American flag up science’s a
We, as a nation, through taxes and government coordination did that. WE ALL built that. And we didn’t do it for capitalism, we didn’t do it to make money. We didn’t do it for share holders, or for a return on investment. We did it for national pride (and to scare the Russians) and we did it to learn.
And waiving Neil Armstrong around like a fucking political puppet? I’m seething. I’m SEETHING.
If the likes of Romney were in office in 1960 - not a Democrat - we would not have gone to the Moon. There wouldn’t have been money for it. Neil Armstrong would not have walked on the moon.
I want to smash my fist into someone’s groin.
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2012/08/30/transcript-mitt-romney-speech-at-rnc/
GUYS WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MYTH.
Ok ok so I was doing some research for …something, and I stumbled upon the myth of Branchus and OML it is so great. Branchus was a lover of Apollo, and there are two versions of the myth of their relationship.
1. Apollo was walking in a field one day when Branchus saw him passing by. Branchus was so infatuated with Apollo that he immediately ran up and kissed him. Apollo was totally down for this and bada bing bada boom they were together.
2. Apollo was returning from establishing his Delphic oracle (and turning into a dolphin but that’s irrelevant) when he happened upon a shepherd in the fields. Apollo was so infatuated that he disguised himself as a goatherd so that he could flirt with the shepherd. Apollo tells the shepherd, who is Branchus, that he can totally milk all of Branchus’ goats, no need for thanks, by the way what’s your start sign? Etc, etc. This plan goes perfectly until Apollo gets so distracted by Branchus’ beauty that he accidentally milks a male goat. Branchus points out that Apollo is doing something physically impossible, and Apollo reveals his divine status out of embarrassment. And then they get together.
In both versions of the myth, they have a very successful relationship. Apollo ends up giving Branchus the gift of prophecy, and Branchus fathers the second most important prophetic family line in Greek mythology, only second to the priests of Delphi.
This is adorable, I love this.
☀️ Apollo ☀️
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Será el último tomo de la saga. Este volumen contiene cinco mitos grecolatinos con temáticas LGTBIQ (+18)
Jacinto, Calisto, Dafnis, Ifis y Ámpelo
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