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Public Profile Picture Pontification, Pretty Please

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Posted to Vistor Comments by Virgil 09-29-2008 03:26 PM
I wasn't sure if a guy or a girl would post a picture with a girl's behind exposed like that.
Posted to Comment on Blog page by Dark Muse 09-29-2008 at 07:17
Really like your profile picture by the way.
Posted to Vistor Comments by Anza on 10/1/08 09:59 PM
Wow! I love your profile pic!! The story of Pygmalion and Galatea is really quite remarkable.
I first thought the picture was totally male. I see the male creating the masterpiece, but then falling in love with it. It looks as if he is trying to join her and part of the piece. I see now that he wanted her to join him in this world. The larger picture includes another scuplture in the background that he is totally ignoring.
I love the entire picture, but the important part was the foreground. I took out the background because it was 'behind' the gentleman.the newly created piece.

Here is some information I found:
Pygmalion was a Cypriot sculptor who carved a woman out of ivory. According to Ovid, after seeing the Propoetides prostituting themselves, he is 'not interested in women', but his statue is so realistic that he falls in love with it. He offers the statue presents and eventually prays to Venus (Aphrodite). She takes pity on him and brings the statue to life. They marry and have a son, Paphos, and, according to the author of Bibliotheke, a daughter, Metharme.

Pygmalion and Galatea in Greek Mythology
Pygmalion saw so much to blame in women that he came at last to abhor the sex, and resolved to live unmarried. He was a sculptor, and had made with wonderful skill a statue of ivory, so beautiful that no living woman came anywhere near it. It was indeed the perfect semblance of a maiden that seemed to be alive, and only prevented from moving by modesty. His art was so perfect that it concealed itself and its product looked like the workmanship of nature. Pygmalion admired his own work, and at last fell in love with the counterfeit creation. Oftentimes he laid his hand upon it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not, and could not even then believe that it was only ivory. He caressed it, and gave it presents such as young girls love, - bright shells and polished stones, little birds and flowers of various hues, beads and amber. He put rainment on its limbs, and jewels on its fingers, and a necklace about its neck. To the ears he hung earrings and strings of pearls upon the breast. Her dress became her, and she looked not less charming than when unattired. He laid her on a couch spread with cloths of Tyrian dye, and called her his wife, and put her head upon a pillow of the softest feathers, as if she could enjoy their softness.
The festival of Aphrodite was at hand - a festival celebrated with great pomp at Cyprus. Victims were offered, the altars smoked, and the odor of incense filled the air. When Pygmalion had performed his part in the solemnities, he stood before the altar and timidly said, "Ye gods, who can do all things, give me, I pray you, for my wife" - he dared not say "my ivory virgin," but said instead - "one like my ivory virgin."
Aphrodite, who was present at the festival, heard him and knew the thought he would have uttered; and as an omen of her favor, caused the flame on the altar to shoot up thrice in a fiery point into the air. When he returned home, he went to see his statue, and leaning over the couch, gave a kiss to the mouth. It seemed to be warm. He pressed its lips gain, he laid his hand upon the limbs; the ivory felt soft to his touch and yielded to his fingers like the wax of Hymettus. While he stands astonished and glad, though doubting, and fears he may be mistaken, again and again with a lover's ardor he touches the object of his hopes. It was indeed alive! The veins when pressed yielded to the finger and again resumed their roundness. Then at last the votary of Aphrodite found words to thank the goddess, and pressed his lips upon lips as real as his own. The virgin felt the kisses and blushed, and opening her timid eyes to the light, fixed them at the same moment on her lover. Aphrodite blessed the nuptials she had formed, and from this union Paphos was born, from whom the city, sacred to Aphrodite, received its name.

- from Bulfinch's Mythology
Here is the place where I found it:


  1. Psycheinaboat's Avatar
    Very interesting! Thanks for the links and the info.
  2. Virgil's Avatar
    Hehe, it is male. I just didn't realize it was pymalion. And how could it not be male with the lady's backside exposed.
  3. LC_Lancer's Avatar
    You are right, Virgil. I am a MALE. <Thumping chest>

    Check the avatar.
  4. Anza's Avatar
    wow, I had totally missed this. I'm glad to have inspired a blog, and to "hand on the torch of classical civilization in the modern world--" *salutes upon reciting a part of the Junior Classical League creed*
  5. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Totally interesting, thanks so much.