The Stare


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”  based on a version of the Medusa Myth “

  • A limited edition bronze sculpture finished in hand burnished 24k gold leaf
  • Dimensions in mm 435L x 435W x 55H
  • Weight 8kg
  • The edition size is 50
  • Certificate of Autheticity provided
  • Price $3,995 AUD
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by Rev. Sir George w. Cox from Tales of Gods and Heroes 1907

In the far western land, where the Hesperides guard the golden apples which Gaia gave to the lady Here, dwelt the maiden Medusa, with her sisters Stheino and Eurale, in their lonely and dismal home. Between them and the land of living men flowed the gentle stream of ocean, so that only the name of the Gorgon sisters was known to the sons of men, and the heart of Medusa yearned in vain to see some face which might look on her with love and pity, for on her lay the doom of death, but her sisters could neither grow old nor die. For them there was nothing earful in the stillness of their gloomy home, as they sat with stern unpitying faces, gazing on the silent land beyond the ocean stream. But Medusa wandered to and fro, longing to see something in a home to which no change ever came; and her heart pined for lack of those things which gladden the sold of mortal men. For where she dwelt there was neither day nor night. She never saw the bright children of Helios driving their flocks to pastures in the morning. She never beheld the stars as they looked out from the sky, when the sun sinks down into his golden cup in the evening. There no clouds ever passed across the heaven, no breeze ever whispered in the air; but a pale yellow light brooded on the land everlastingly. So there rested on the face of Medusa a sadness such as the children of men never feel; and the look of hopeless pain was the more terrible because of the greatness of her beauty. She spake not to any of her awful grief, for her sisters knew not of any such thing as gentleness and love and there was no comfort for her from the fearful Graiai who were her kinsfolk. Sometimes she sought them out in their dark caves, for it was something to see even the faint glimmer of the light of day which reached the dwelling of the Graiai; but they spake not to her a word of hope when she told them of her misery, and she wandered back to the land which the light of Helios might never enter. Her brow was knit with pain, but no tear wetted her cheek for her grief was to great for weeping.

But harder things yet were in store for Medusa; for Athene, the daughter of Zeus, came from the Libyan land to the dwelling of the Gorgon sisters, and she charged Medusa to go with her to the gardens where the children of Hesperos guard the golden apples of the lady Here. Then Medusa bowed herself down at the feet o Athene and besought her to have pity on her changeless sorrow, and she said “Child of Zeus, thou dwellest with thy happy kinsfolk, where Helios gladdens all with his light and the Horai lead the glad dance when Phoebus touches the strings of his golden harp. Here there is neither night nor day, nor cloud or breeze or storm. Lt me go forth from this horrible land and look on the face of mortal men; for I too must die, and my heart yearns for the love which my sisters scorn.” Then Athene looked on her sternly, and said,l “What hast thou to do with love? and what is the love of men for one who is of kin to the beings who may not die? Tarry here till thy doom is accomplished; and then it may be that Zeus will grant thee a place among those who dwell in his glorious home.” But Medusa said “Lady lady, let me go forth now. I cannot tel how many ages may pass before I die, and thou knowest not the yearning which fills the heart of mortal things for tenderness and love.” Then a look of anger came over the fair face of Athene, and she said, “Trouble me not. Thy prayer is vain; and the sons of men would shrink from thee, if thou couldst go among them, for hardly could they look on the woeful sorrow of thy countenance.” But Medusa answered gently, “Lady, hope has a wondrous power to kill the deepest grief, and in the pure light of Helios my face may be as fair as thine.”

Then the anger of Athene became fiercer still, and she said, “Dost thou dare to vie with me? I stand by the side of Zeus, to do his will, and the splendour of his glory rests upon me; and what art thou, that thou shouldst speak to me such words as these? Therefore, hear thy doom. Henceforth, if mortal man ever look upon thee, one glance of thy face shall turn him to stone. Thy beauty shall still remain, but it shall be to thee the blackness of death. The hair which streams in golden tresses over thy fair shoulders shall be changes into hissing snakes, which shall curl and cluster round thy neck. On thy countenance shall be seen only fear and dread, that so all mortal things which look on thee may die.” So Athene departed from her, and the blackness of great horror rested on the face of Medusa, and the hiss of the snakes was heard as they twined around her head and their coils were wreathed about her neck. Yet the will of Athene was not wholly accomplished; for the heart of Medusa was not changed by the doom which gave to her face its deadly power, and she said, “Daughter of Zeus, there is hope yet, for thou has left me mortal still, and, one day, I shall die.”