#auly art

[brenhotapplepies]

2 years of work finally realized! Fully illustrated Der Katzenprinz book. I took months coming up with the concept, then had to plan it, get materials, then illustrate it, then typesetting, printing & binding it. Made this to propose to my wife last year.

[kyleesarthell]

Iphigenia...

[katerinaaqu]

THIS is what happens when you allow the Greeks show their passion for their own history and mythology! Iphigenia (1977) based on the play "Iphigenia en Aulis", an Oscar-nominated film by Michel Cacoyannis and exclusively Greek casting

And here the phenomenal Irene Papas that we enjoy to "L'Odyssea (1968)" as Penelope and to "The Odyssey (1997)" as Anticlea now giving her all and in her own voice and language as Clytemnestra and her equally phenomenal co-protagonist Kostas Kazakos as Agamemnon have this heart-wrenching performance 😭😭

The seer PAIN and GUILT in his voice is killing me! "How can I answer such an inhuman question in a humane way?" My heart! 😭 and the way SHE stands her ground against his sadness that comes off as anger! "Your silence is enough" gosh! 😭 the seer pain of a mother and a father here! No Agamemnon laughing manichaly into the night of how how he gets his precious money from the war spoils but a father about to do the most inhumane thing to appease the gods for his hubris and a mother now realizing beyond any shade of doubt and being broken by it!

Dunno guys what kind of movies you expect in the cinema for greek mythology but THIS is the type I expect!

[bodies-made-of-art]

Iphigenia I by Anselm Feuerbach (1862)

[wolfythewitch]

Iphigenia in Aulis

[cerasifera]

Iphigenia

[mythosphere]

Be careful not to smudge anything, Electra. Your sister is getting married today.

[thunderstruck9]

Reidar Aulie (Norwegian, 1904-1977), Selvportrett [Self-portrait], 1929. Oil on canvas, 100 x 70 cm. Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

[raindoeart]

Where the Iphigenia in Aulis fandom at?

[nikoisme]

Iphigenia

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

O iphigenia ~

aka reading Iphigenia in Aulis and thinking: what if she was the one who had to sacrifice herself at the altar by her own hands?

[katerinaaqu]

Honestly the introduction of Achilles chilling butt naked at the beach playing with the sand in "Iphigenia (1977)" was arguably the best Achilles intro we could have 😆😆😆

Kudos to Panos Michalopoulos for gracing us with his portrayal as Achilles for the movie (the only thing he misses is the usual blonde hair that we have for Achilles from his description in the Iliad). Definitely fitting for the part playing in his youth, barely 28 at that time! Kudos indeed! 👏

[zaireetoo-draws]

Iphigenia

[burningclocks]

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED

Say what you will but women in classical plays had the best rage-filled monologues

1. Beatrice’s Kill Claudio Monologue, Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

Kill Claudio! You kill me to deny it. Farewell. I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go. In faith, I will go. You dare easier be friends with me than fight with my enemy. Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour, – O, God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. Talk with a man out a window! A proper saying! Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count, Count Comfect; a sweet gallant surely! O that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

2. Iphigenia’s Monologue to Agamemnon, Iphigenia at Aulis by Euripides

If I could speak as well as Orpheus, Father, if I could use words to inspire the rocks around us to rise up and follow me, if I had that same gift of persuasion I would use it. But I have only one talent, my tears. I offer them to you. It is all I can do. I bend before you like a branch bending towards the earth, pressing my body against your knees. This is the body that your wife gave birth to. Don’t send me to an early death. It is sweet to see the sun’s light. Do not force me down into the darkness of the Underworld. I was the first child to call you father, the first you called your child. I was the first to sit upon your knee while you fondly kissed me. You used to say to me, “Will I see you one day, happy in your husband’s house, bringing honor to your family?” And I would say to you, as I pulled upon your beard, the same beard I now caress, “And what about you, Father? Will I welcome you into my house, when you are an old man, and take care of you in thanks for all the years that you took care of me?” I remember every word we said, but you have forgotten them, and now you are planning to end my life. By Pelops, by your father Atreus, by my mother, who suffered the pain of my birth and suffers more pain now, I beg you to spare me. What do I have to do with the marriage of Paris and Helen? Why should I die because of them? Look at me, look me in the eyes and give me a kiss, give me that at least to remember when I die, if you are determined to remain deaf to my pleas.

3. Medea’s Dead Children Monologue, Medea by Euripides

Women, my mind is clear. I go to slay my children with all speed, and then, away from hence; not wait yet longer till they stand beneath another and an angrier hand to die. Yea, howsoe'er I shield them, die they must. And, seeing that they must, 'tis I shall slay them, I their mother, touched of none beside. Oh, up and get thine armour on, my heart! Why longer tarry we to win our crown of dire inevitable sin? Take up thy sword, O poor right hand of mine, thy sword: then onward to the thin-drawn line there life turns agony. Let there be naught of softness now: and keep thee from that thought, 'born of thy flesh,' 'thine own belovèd.' Now, for one brief day, forget thy children: thou shalt weep hereafter. Though thou slay them, yet sweet were they. . . . I am sore unfortunate.

[surulaulu]

Started playing DnD this year with friends. Here's Aulis, my war cleric!

[starlizlia]

Mesmerizer!!!