Art Studio Elbe - Verband freischaffender Künstler.

Author- Brian Hawkeswood                                                                                            Nach unten scrollen für die deutsche Übersetzung Walking through the temple of Rameses II , I am dwarfed by the massive sandstone columns ; one’s gaze is always directed upwards. The colour seems at first to be nothing more than the endless sand of the desert from which the temple rises, that same desert stretching behind it in eternal stillness. But then, unexpectedly, there are hints—blues, greens, yellows, and browns. The wings of a bird, fragments of a once-living scene. These small survivals are enough to reveal that the Egyptians loved colour, and from that moment I found myself always searching, wherever I travelled in Egypt , for the rem...

Author - Brian Hawkeswood. It was in Luxor, beneath the faded ochre shadows of the temple columns, that the question began to form—not as an academic inquiry, but as a visceral recognition, a confrontation with something ancient, primal, and utterly human. I had passed the carving many times before, as one does when wandering through history’s vast stone corridors, but on this day, it met me with sudden clarity: a figure on the wall, unmistakable in form—a man, or rather, a god, his phallus erect and unashamed, chiseled with reverence into the sandstone. He was Min, the Egyptian god of fertility, potency, and the life force itself. Min, frozen in time yet eternally aroused, stood with the gravity of myth and the solemnity of ritual. His right hand held the flail, symbol of kingship and authority, while his left grasped his erect member—not as an obscene gesture, but as a sacred affirmation of generative power. Around him, the temple hummed with the silent echoes of prayers long evapora...