Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Venus and Adonis Relic

"Died to kiss his shadow in the brook".

One of my favorite writings by William Shakespeare, is the sick thoughted love story filled with kisses, horror and pain. A relic hangs to adorn your heart, it is based on Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis poem, the relic plays upon the myth of causation and aetiology, explaining why love is inseparable from pain. This necklace features a paper relic taken from one of my personal Shakespeare books dating from the late 1800s. I have always been drawn to the darker tragic stories of love such as the death of Adonis and also the death of the forbidden love between Romeo & Juliet. Many of my earlier works have been based on Shakespeare. I will soon have to share these assemblages with you all. 

This necklace features a vintage Max Factor eye line tube, paper, dried sea plants and salt. The relic hangs on an aged dark brass chain with vintage lucite rosary beads and a petite solid metal religious medal heart. Where this dark love relic long or double loop to rest upon your heart.

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Venus enters the poem 'sick-thoughted' with love, and hoists Adonis from the saddle of his horse. She then plies him with kisses, and arguments, but nothing she does or says can rouse him to sexual desire. This he repudiates. By the mid-point of the poem, Adonis has announced his intention to go boar hunting the next morning. Venus tries to dissuade him, and get him to hunt more timid prey. This he ignores, and breaks away from her. She spends the rest of the night in lamentation, at dawn, she hears the sound of the hunt. Full of apprehension, she runs towards the noise, knowing that, as the sound comes from just one place, the hunters are confronting an animal that isn't running away. She comes upon the body of Adonis, fatally gored by the boar's tusks. In her horror and sorrow, the Goddess of Love pronounces a curse upon love: that it will always end badly, and those who love best (like her) will know most sorrow.

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