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DIGITAL GALLERY
Diomedes Wounds Aphrodite
In Book 5 of The Iliad, The Aristeia of Diomedes, Diomedes, youngest of all the Achaean chieftains, is possessed by battle fury. None can oppose him, including the divine Aphrodite, who he wounds, sending her outraged and tearful from the field.
Helen of Troy
Helen in the halls of Illium. She bears the golden apple - symbol of inter-divinity rivalry and harbinger of the downfall of Troy.
Diomedes and Athena Charge Ares
From Book 5 of The Iliad, the Aristeia of Diomedes continues as the maddened prince, in company with the divine Athena, assaults Ares, brother of the already-defeated Aphrodite.
Diomedes Strikes Ares
The moment from Book 5 of The Iliad when Diomedes, youngest of the Achaean chieftains, strikes Ares a wounding blow, driving the howling God of War from the battle plain.
Apollo Strikes Patroclus From Behind
In Book 16 of The Iliad, Apollo strikes Patroclus in the back, blinding and disorienting him...easy prey for the Trojan hero, Hector, who administers the coup de grace.
Queen Mab
Mercutio describes Queen Mab to Romeo in Act 1, Scene 4 of Romeo and Juliet:
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage,
This is she!
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces, of the smallest spider web;
Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage,
This is she!
Metal
Heavy, Thrash, Death, Black, Doom, Power, Nu, Industrial, Sludge, Post...the list goes on.
Metal 2
'Nuf said.
Medusa
Another victim of a jealous god. One who bites back.
Jean-Michel Basquiat
Neo-Expressionist doesn't really capture the boldness of this guy, a shooting star who, like some other brilliant artists of his generation, burned bright and died too young.
Hula Girls
Just a little nod to my dominos-playing buddy, GLL.
Surfing In The Realm
Sometimes it feels like this.
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