The Second Coming

About the Artwork:

This painting is based on an Egyptian myth. The original myth goes that a lioness-headed goddess, Sekhmet, was sent by Ra to punish mankind for their sins. Sekhmet enjoyed this task a little too much and would have destroyed the world if not for Ra's clever intervention. He transformed all the blood that she spilled into wine. When she went to consume the blood, she got drunk and fell asleep, just short of total destruction.

Can you see the similarity of this myth and Noah's Ark? The principle is the same although the characters are very different.

Anyway, my fevered imagination wondered what would happen if Sekhmet came back for another go. Thus, "The Second Coming".

There is also the side benefit of pissing off the religious right. Isn't that how Mapplethorpe made his millions? ; )

UPDATE: In somewhat unrelated news, by coincidence I found this appropriate poem by W. B. Yeats.

Other info:

24" x 36" original acrylic painting

Item Price Quantity
Original 24x36 acrylic painting $2200.00
(1 only)
16x20 Print, Signed $45.00
8.5x11 Print $12.00
Click here to browse t-shirt, coffee mugs and other special gifts  

RATE AND REVIEW THIS ARTWORK

Rate Rate Rated:1.5 of 5
This artwork has been shown 18496 times
Number of votes: 85
Excellent Good Fair Poor Terrible 
To send an an anonymous review, leave the Name field blank.
Email (required)
Name (optional)
Comment
REVIEWS
 DARLENE 2009-01-21 09:45:33
  I love this photo of HER. it captures HER wonderfully!
 Ken 2008-09-19 06:09:00
  I own a martial arts school also. Your work is great and I love your side benefit to this print.
 Rainbow Werewolf 2007-11-13 19:50:19
  Wow, I this is a very majestic, beautiful, terrifying work.

Hey, I'm a Christian. I'm not pissed.
  

The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Close Window

All artwork and web design © 2005 by Rebecca Kemp
If you would like a copy of any of the images here, please e-mail me with your request. Thank you.