
"The scorching rays of the nearer sun softened the fragrant wax which held his wings." -Ovid
During the last few months, I have allowed my creativity to evolve. I have let myself be inspired by other artists, let my imagination wander and fly away from me. While this has indeed been an exciting trip, at one point I encountered a fearful thought: I have traveled so far--will I be able to find my way home?

Reading through some of my favourite books--the Odyssey by Homer and Ovid's Metamorphoses--I was reminded of what Grecian Goldsmith truly stands for: eternal ancient Greece, filtered slightly through modernist poetics. It is time for me to go back to the beginning.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enameling
...
-W. B. Yeats
quoted from memory
My bodily form from any natural thing
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enameling
...
-W. B. Yeats
quoted from memory









