Apollo — god of light, music, poetry, prophecy — rendered as a bust in cream soy wax. The hair falls in classical curls, the brow is unhurried, the gaze carries the easy authority of a deity at home in the world.
Place him on a console, a writing desk, beside a stack of poetry and a single glass. Lit, the symbolism becomes something more than symbolic: the god of light, holding a small flame.
Hand-poured in Dublin. Natural soy wax. Cotton wick. A piece that takes itself seriously, lightly.
