Victorian Goth Enthusiast

This colossal statue of Amenhotep III and Tiye is a group statue of Egyptian Pharaoh Amenhotep III, his Royal Wife Tiye, and three of their daughters. It is the largest known Ancient Egyptian family group ever carved. The almond-shaped eyes and arched eyebrows of the figures are of typical late 18th dynasty style.

Amenhotep III wears the “nemes headdress” with the cobra, a false beard and a kilt and he is resting both his hands on his knees. Queen Tiye is sitting on his left, with her right arm placed around her husband’s waist. Her height is equal to that of the pharaoh, which shows her prominent status. She wears an ankle-length, close-fitting dress and a big wig with a vulture headdress.

The three smaller figures depict the three of their daughters. One of the Princess is standing in the center between her parent’s legs and is depicted as a grown woman, in a close-fitting dress and a full wig with modius and plumes. To the far left of Amenhotep’s legs stands the figure of a younger daughter, while to the far right of Tiye’s legs stands another princess. The two Princesses on the sides of the sculpture are both damaged and not visible in the picture above because of the angle of the photography.

• lighting a scented candle & reading curled up in an armchair

• browsing the bookshelves at your favourite library while the rain is knocking on the windows

• making a hearty butternut squash soup & baking an apple pie for dessert

• drinking vanilla tea while being wrapped up in a cozy blanket

• reading russian classics as the fresh autumn air is blowing in from the open window

• taking a long walk after it has rained, smelling the air rich in oxygen, watching the leaves in autumn colours fall & listening to them crunching at each step

• having a warm hot chocolate & leaving a stain of your burgundy lipstick on the edge of the cup

• wearing your favourite turtlenecks & oversized sweaters under a long wool coat

• visiting a museum with your secret lover, holding hands and enjoying the art in the silence of the old galleries

• sitting in a small café, drinking warm coffee & looking outside at the pouring rain, pulling the sleeves of your knit to protect your palms from the hot cup

• listening to dark, romantic classical music as you sit in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance & crackle

• writing letters & poetry onto thick, cream paper, black ink staining your fingertips as you feverishly try to find the right words & expressions