Apollo and Marsyas
In a quiet, wooded glade, two figures sit amidst the vertical shadows of cypress trees. The air feels heavy with the scent of damp earth and sun-warmed pine. On the left, Apollo holds his lyre, the instrument a delicate extension of his frame. To the right, Marsyas breathes life into the aulos, the double flute requiring a deep, rhythmic lung capacity. They are nude, their musculature rendered with a soft,…








