Argophontes - Original Art

$350.00

31x71 cm
Mixed media on Canvas

The hundred-eyed giant Argus never sleeps. Even when hidden from their gaze, one can feel the eyes watching. This piece is a reflection of shame; an exploration of the forces that seek to assimilate one's behaviour through shame. Behaviour is storied and shared, transformed into tales of unfortunate souls who made woeful choices leading to a social death. The price of society is to lose ones self, else face the risk of not belonging. To wander the desert beyond the protection of the giant is to be tortured, like the itch of a gadfly one can never quite scratch. A crown assumes what's good for its people. But a goatherd might have the song that puts the giant to sleep.

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31x71 cm
Mixed media on Canvas

The hundred-eyed giant Argus never sleeps. Even when hidden from their gaze, one can feel the eyes watching. This piece is a reflection of shame; an exploration of the forces that seek to assimilate one's behaviour through shame. Behaviour is storied and shared, transformed into tales of unfortunate souls who made woeful choices leading to a social death. The price of society is to lose ones self, else face the risk of not belonging. To wander the desert beyond the protection of the giant is to be tortured, like the itch of a gadfly one can never quite scratch. A crown assumes what's good for its people. But a goatherd might have the song that puts the giant to sleep.

31x71 cm
Mixed media on Canvas

The hundred-eyed giant Argus never sleeps. Even when hidden from their gaze, one can feel the eyes watching. This piece is a reflection of shame; an exploration of the forces that seek to assimilate one's behaviour through shame. Behaviour is storied and shared, transformed into tales of unfortunate souls who made woeful choices leading to a social death. The price of society is to lose ones self, else face the risk of not belonging. To wander the desert beyond the protection of the giant is to be tortured, like the itch of a gadfly one can never quite scratch. A crown assumes what's good for its people. But a goatherd might have the song that puts the giant to sleep.