Jason Beneath Dodona, 2012. 30" x 36". Acrylic, oil stick, oil pastel, pencil, and charcoal on canvas.
So concludes my series on Jason, Medea, and the quest for the Golden Fleece. The aged hairless hero has come to his final twilight, preparing to sleep beside his stalwart ship the Argo as he did every night. Dawn would awake to find Jason crushed beneath the mast. This magical mast cut from the forests of Zeus was named Dodona. A woman, in effect, getting the revenge Medea so long sought against her former husband.
The phallic mast rises in the picture to the top right of the plane. I added a jagged splinter breaking off towards Jason's glabrous scalp. The Argo itself has been shipwrecked for years; broken and rotting upon the sand like a wooden whale. Jason is in fact the same. Even his right arm seems to have jettisoned itself from his body.
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