
Pyrene’s myth has various versions; in some she is the lover of Hercules, in others his victim… I gravitate towards the latter.
From Wikipedia: { Pyrene was a very beautiful princess, daughter of king Bebryx or Bebrycius of the Bebryces, an ancient people living on both sides of the Pyrenees which divided Spain from Gaul. One day the hero Heracles arrived in their court on his way to obtain the flock of Geryon. After Heracles got thoroughly drunk with wine, Pyrene was “robbed of her maidenhood” by him who then left to resume his mission.
After many months passed, Pyrene eventually gave birth to a serpent. In fear and terror of her father’s reaction and wrath, she fled the court and hid in the woods in the Pyrenees. There she shed bitter tears over her ravisher Heracles and repeated his promises to the trees, mourning her treatment. But she drew the attention of wild beasts, who proceeded to tear her apart from limb to limb.
In the meantime Heracles was done with the flock, and passed through Spain once more to return home. He stumbled upon Pyrene’s mangled remains, a sight which caused him great grief. His cries when he located her head made the very mountain range shake, which therefore took the name of the unfortunate maiden. Then, as last tribute, he buried her remains deep into the earth as he wept.}
Pyr, πυρ in ancient Hellenic means fire… and that aspect of her lament in my sculpture, fiery tears, I tried to signify by using LED lighting inserted at the back side of this wax sculpture.
Along with other things that will remain unnamed.
It has been a long journey the completion of this sculpture, over 4 years…
Better late than never.
Hand sculpted wax candle
Dimensions: 50 x 15 x 15cm.










//\\
Sing to me, Lisa
\\//
Spira / Nick © January 2026

That’s a great start for a New Year, Nick. Mine is somewhat cooler 😎❄️❄️❄️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Friedrich.
Yours always is 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh wow, this looks gorgeous… and so elegant. The light glows then, and changes the aspect. Very clever, Nick. Three ticks for that!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Chris
Received ✅ ✅️✅️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Proof (again) that unfinished never means abandoned. It means it waits, still alive. What moves me most is this: she is neither breaking free nor dissolving. She is held. Held by wax. Held by light. Held by time.
This lament is not a scream. It is a sustained note that’s long, resonant, controlled.
She is beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Caught her very essence, Marilyn.
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As I read you inimitable words and perused the photos of your gorgeous artwork, I pondered how often women are in fact both lover and victim. You always make me think…
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is a constant point of whythefuckcantweriseabovethisshit for me.
I am honored that you caught that aspect of this creation, Jodi. Having created recently The Last Cry, I opted for allowing the viewer to choose whether to explore that repeated pattern for women in our history.
Thank you so much.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A beautiful piece, the detail is mind blowing, Nick. Your signature spirals, strategically placed, the piece speaks of movement and flow – upward. Offering, defiance, resilience, victory? Sight and posture focused left, I can’t help but “see” the markings on her left shoulder (photos 3-5), as scarring. Life scars, evidence of what once was, she uses its fire as fuel, embracing it, until she becomes one with it. Not consumed, she is the fire.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aye… and through this fire the old skin is gone as the new claims its place. Pain, scars, tears, fireborn.
Glad the details came out in the photos; it was a creation that needed much more than ” work” to be completed.
She is the fire. As anyone who has survived that trial.
Thank you, Denise.
LikeLiked by 1 person