A Touch Of Death

Hades to Persephone

I saw you, Spring Goddess, restless in your loneliness,
pulling at crimson flowers to watch them die, 
wondering if immortality was worth anything 
if you were powerless to have any control

over your fate or your destiny. Come now,
tell the truth. I saw you rattle at the invisible
chains of smother, of boredom, of too 
much comfort

Let me give you the challenges
you need: the mastery over
your own fortunes
and the legacy of a queen

Allow me the privilege to be the darkness
behind your shining star, become the queen
of my kingdom of dead and show those who did not
understand you for the Goddess you really are. 

Excerpt from "Hades to Persephone", a poem in "Great Goddesses" by Nikita Gill, 2019

When I was a little girl my Papá told me stories almost every night. After my sisters went to bed, he and I would sit in his art studio as I was struggling with insomnia. My favorite story was the one about Persephone and Hades. He told it in a very romantic way, encouraging me to love and accept even the dark parts of myself. 

I saw myself in Persephone. 

Now, years later, I wear her pomegranate tattooed on my skin.

For her, for myself, and for my Papá. 

This project is inspired by those late nights in my childhood and fueled by my love and appreciation for my Papá. 

Credits

This scythe is a result of my project in "3D Surfaces" at the HS Ansbach,moddelled by me and supervised by Max Pichler.

Thank you for your patience!