#*sigyn

So I thought I would finally post this. It’s not the best pictures but they’re the ones I have right now. I finished another sculpture class and based my final project around Sigyn.

I bronze cast the hand, bowl, butterflies, flowers, and the snake. Most of it is covered in fabric and I used ribbon to symbolize the venom.

Overall, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I added two flowers and the butterflies as tributes to Narvi and Vali. I thought about adding a representation of Loki as well but he gets enough attention as it is. I wanted to focus more on Sigyn and especially on the act of pouring out with the bowl and the implications of that.

Sigyn has been a great source of strength and kindness to me lately. She’s helped me to keep my wits about me and to remain steady when there have been situations that have exhausted me.

She was a mother who lost both of her sons. Although she had never wronged the All Father, he murdered her children to punish her husband. Then, she watched as her husband writhed in agony for centuries, dutifully holding the bowl, no matter how tired her arms got, to spare him as much suffering as she could.

Loki didn’t make her stay. She chose to. And can you blame her? Loki was all she had left. Recently someone suggested that Sigyn, a mother scorned, had the Trickster all to her self all those centuries, and the first thing he did when he was freed was declare war on Asgard. Methinks, while Loki was at his wife’s mercy, Sigyn had some influence on the decision to initiate Ragnarok.

Truth of prophecie is always in your hands

When you heed her words 

And do as she commands

-TYR, “Lord of Lies”

The looking glass, so shiny and new How quickly the glamour fades I start spinning, slipping out of time Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up) You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up) It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up) Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl Frozen in the headlights It seems I've made the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight I look around, but I can't find you (raise it up) If only I could see your face (raise it up) Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up) I wish that I could just be brave I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice We raise it up, this offering We raise it up This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight Raise it up, raise it up Raise it up, raise it up And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As towards the sky I offer it This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight This is a gift

"On Sigyn and Suffering"

http://dreamsofdjinn.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/on-sigyn-and-suffering/

This is something that I hadn't heard before.