Evolution of A Myth No. 7
© Michael Price Inc.
Gold leaf, natural and mineral pigments in casein distemper,
Strasbourg turpentine and oil on linen on panel.
167.5 x 122 cm / 66 x 48 ins.
|Salomé's Chant to the Minotaur
He who spurned my love shall forfeit his life
his head dripping dreams on a silver plate.
Preaching his nonsense, a man without wife
deserves my revenge with one stroke of fate.
Seven veils you ask - means nothing to me
as a monster stares at my secret maze
licking its juices to claim he is free
and unlock the force that all madmen praise.
Look at my arse so beautiful and round
poor creature slobbers excuses in vain
slurping my scent spilled over the ground
while angels play the depraved and insane.
Only the minotaur can pull the thread
through this labyrinth of unholy dead.