Persephone 🥀💀

Elegance in Flowers: Classic Arrangements for All Seasons, 1985

🌾 Demeter and Persephone 🌾

I guess springtime got me thinking about the two of them, which is kind of ironic since this painting is set just before Persephone's departure into the underworld.

I also thought the mother-daughter relationship and her grief at her daughter's marriage/ metaphorical "death" (as described in the Homeric Hymn to Demeter) would be interesting to explore artistically.

(Close-ups)

Persephone 🩷🌹

🏳️‍⚧️🩵 Apollo of Transmasculinity in all its beautiful faces 🩵🏳️‍⚧️

A little offereing to Queen Persephone 🥀

Persephone has teaching me that the true altar is not in objects but in how I communicate with the beings around me. I really want to give the best statue of her, but it won't help if my relationship with the Queen is superficial 😅.

Spring 🌸🌷🌺

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

"A luz mudou:

a afinação do dó está mais escura.

E as canções da manhã parecem ensaiadas demais.

Essa é a luz do outono, não a luz da primavera.

A luz do outono: não serás poupada.

As canções mudaram; invadiu-as

o indizível.

Essa é a luz do outono, não a luz que declara

renasci.

Não a aurora da primavera: penei, sofri. fui libertada.

Este é o presente, uma alegoria do desperdício.

Tanta coisa mudou. E no entanto você tem sorte:

o ideal arde em você como uma febre.

Ou não como uma febre, como um segundo coração.”

"The light has changed:

the tuning of C is darker.

And the morning songs seem too rehearsed.

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring.

The light of autumn: you will not be spared.

The songs have changed; the unspeakable

has invaded them.

This is the light of autumn, not the light that declares

I was reborn.

Not the dawn of spring: I suffered, I endured, I was freed.

This is the present, an allegory of waste.

So much has changed. And yet you are lucky:

the ideal burns in you like a fever.

Or not like a fever, like a second heart."

Outubro, Averno - Louise Glück

La Naissance de Venus by Amaury-Duval (1862)