Wandered many days round the fines of hell, Orpheus rose to the surface broken. The spirit of his departed love seemed to flit around and cast a haunting shadow. He was given diligent instruction not to speak or look at his beloved Eurydice as he guides her to the light of the upper world. It was a magnificent gift of a second chance in life granted by Hades and Persephone, king and queen of the underworld, after their indulgence to Orpheus luring music. With his body tingled with uncontrollable sensitivity, heart raced rapidly, and anxiety mounted to agony, Orpheus turned around and gazed upon Eurydice. With an instant of horror filling their meeting eyes, she plunged into the abyss forever. Now his life, as it passed thus, was indeed hateful to him as he sat for days, with dark melancholy clouded every thought and forgetting the passing cares of life. It is finished, the beauty of that dream has vanished, and breathless horror and disgust now filled his heart. One day, ­­­­his body would be torn to pieces and his head will roll down a river in the company of Maenads. It will be in death that he will taste joy again.

Orpheus, 36" x 36", oil on wood

    36″ x 36″, oil on wood

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