Greece and Roses || Jikook OS

Greece and Roses

Greece the birthplace of the Gods.

Religions and their influence on culture, always interested Jeongguk even as a child. He held a tremendous amount of respect for traditions, seeking knowledge and truths that revolved around their mortal lives. For years he breathed in the tales that different regions had to offer, how the world back then revered those that a majority now believed to be myth.

Was it fair, however? Dismissing the beliefs of certain devotions simply because it wasn't considered an official religion?

There were still Greeks in their modern times that believed in the Gods and Goddesses of a world now told in history books. People who still held a strong faith for their Gods long denied a place of worship.

If ancient texts and words of past priests and philosophers had not survived the sands of time, what else would they have as proof such a place once stood tall and firm?

Nowadays, ancient temples and statues held their historical ground, depicting the many stories told over the years. And even if certain myths had different versions, that didn't make them any less important or true.

Maybe some legends and myths were far from the actual truth.

But how many of them weren't?

That's what fascinated Jeongguk, the idea and possibilities of certain existences.

Greece had been the home of many prominent artists, those that left a profound influence over art throughout time itself.

Three periods of Ancient Greece, each birthing famous sculptors and other artists that consisted of Myron, Polykleitos, and Pheidias.

Pheidias being a sculptor that Jeongguk was a fan of.

Bronze, marble, and chryselephantine were some of the main materials used during those times, perfectly bring to life the many statues the world marveled over time this day. If only Jeongguk could have seen such masterpieces in their prime, coated in a variety of colors, before weather erased them off the surfaces, leaving behind a bare, yet breathtaking, piece of loving history.

Each period had different sculptures that had been erected throughout Greece, and even though Jeongguk appreciated all of the wonderful pieces, he still favored certain ones the most.

He loved the ones that made it feel like they were living and breathing, frozen in time, yet, still consisting a fluidness that made sculptors come naturally alive.

Jeongguk loved it all.

And as he stood in the National Archeological Museum of Athens, Jeongguk felt like he was transported back to those times, a time where faith and love for pagan Gods and Goddesses ruled over Ancient Greece.

He was a good way from home, but Jeongguk couldn't be happier to finally be visiting Greece, standing before history itself and trying to picture it all in order to burn it into his memory.

Standing there, in the flesh, Jeongguk breathed in, completely awestruck at the beauty that Phidias left behind, a man that Jeongguk adored for his artistic touch.

The Athena Parthenos.

Technically, the piece he was currently looking at, was not by the great Phidias himself, but a Roman copy created long after the true statue was removed by the Romans.

But as he stood before it, he could only imagine what Phidias' true work looked like, standing tall and proud at eleven meters, gazing out at the world before her. A protector of her devotees. Athena, the Goddess worshiped by the Athens and many more.