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Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl (Hungarian, 1860-1933)

  • Souls on the Banks of the Acheron, 1898
     (details and full painting)

Hermes guides the souls who have just descended to the underworld. He is their last light. The souls desperately reach for him, fearful of the eternal darkness.

The souls of the children are peaceful and unafraid.

Carl Jung considered Hermes the divine messenger, communicating between the light of the everyday world and the darkness of the unconscious: dreams, madness, and death.

"The dissatisfied shades crowd around Hermes as he strides among them and implore him to relax his step, to stay the march of doom. But Hermes walks on regardless, with the calm inexorableness of a god, walks on and past the craving throng." - Helen Zimmern, The Art Journal, 1900

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I saw in a hall an arrow pointing the way and I thought that this inoffensive symbol had once been a thing of iron, an inescapable and fatal projectile that pierced the flesh of men and lions and clouded the sun at Thermopylae and gave Harald Sigurdarson six feet of English earth forever.

Some days later someone showed me a photograph of a Magyar horseman. A coiled lasso circled the breast of his mount. I learned that the lasso, which once whipped through the air and brought down the bulls of the prairie, was now nothing more than a haughty trapping of a Sunday harness.

In the west cemetery I saw a runic cross, chiseled in red marble. The arms curved as they widened out, and a circle encompassed them. That limited, circumscribed cross represented the other one, the free-armed cross, which in its turn represents the gallows where a god suffered, the “vile machine” railed at by Lucian of Samosata.

Cross, lasso, and arrow- former tools of man, debased or exalted now to the status of symbols. Why should I marvel at them, when there is not a single thing on earth that oblivion does not erase of memory change, and when no one knows into what images he himself will be transmuted by the future.

Jorge Luis Borges

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Man on horseback with a hawk on his wrist; Death, as a skeleton, holds an hourglass in one hand, and with the other aims an arrow at the man; in the centre, a tree, around which is a snake with an apple in its mouth; in the foreground, greyhounds, a dog, a peacock, a toad, a goat, an ox and a porcupine. Engraving by John Payne 
1626-1639

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Man on horseback with a hawk on his wrist; Death, as a skeleton, holds an hourglass in one hand, and with the other aims an arrow at the man; in the centre, a tree, around which is a snake with an apple in its mouth; in the foreground, greyhounds, a dog, a peacock, a toad, a goat, an ox and a porcupine. Engraving by John Payne 

1626-1639

now that’s a party