*Nocturnal Dreamlands*

auguste rodin, eternal springtime

© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko

But inside [Persephone’s box] there was no beauty-lotion or anything other than the sleep of Hades, a truly Stygian sleep. As soon as the lid was removed and it was laid bare, it attacked her and pervaded all her limbs in a thick cloud. It laid hold of her, so that she fell prostrate on the path where she had stood. She lay there motionless, no more animate than a corpse at rest. But Cupidos was now recovering, for his wound had healed. He could no longer bear Psyche’s long separation from him, so he glided out of the high-set window of the chamber which was his prison. His wings were refreshed after their period of rest, so he progressed much more swiftly to reach his Psyche. Carefully wiping the sleep from her, he restored it to its former lodging in the box. – Apuleius, The Golden Ass (Roman novel C2nd A.D.)

Auguste Rodin - Triton and Nereid, 1893

(Beloved Rodin, L’abbraccio)

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Grey and White on Purple), 1967