Ekphrasis II
Thomas Cane A marble weaving of terror and lust stands before me. Motion flows through the piece starting at her face contorted in fear while she pulls her head away. Her left arm pushes out against the empty air in a desperate attempt to flee his clutches. The right arm pushes against the side of his face with such power that it stretches his eyebrow upward. Looking at his face it bears a strained grimace as lustful determination has saturated his mind. Curls of hair sit trapped underneath a crown while a similarly curled beard moves is swept to the side as he tries to pull her closer. His arms stretch out, covered in muscular striations from the strain of forcing this goddess to his realm. The grasping hands pull into her back and thigh, with his fingers pressing into the marble with such terrible elegance it’s as if the figures were truly alive. ...