Unearthed from burial in pumice on Santorini this figure speaks of so many things.
Establishing a lifestyle only to have it snatched from you.
Looking up at the wonders of a fresh universe, splendid mythical stars. Holding arms across the belly to keep from forgetting ones humanity in ones passion for life.
The frailty danger and reliance of ones story being interpreted or misinterpreted by following generations.
How many of us can dream that our creative act will survive to inspire generations thousands of years from now. If we’re lucky our relatives 3 generations on will know or remember who we were and what we achieved.