Greco-Roman Gold Earrings with Garnet African Heads, 2nd Century BC-1st Century AD
The jewelry of the Hellenistic and early Roman periods is among the
finest of the ancient world, unsurpassed in richness of subject matter
and composition, luxurious media and exquisite attention to detail.
This type of African head pendant originates from Greece, from the
third to second century BC. Images of Ethiopians and Nubians were
popular in Egyptian art but were relatively rare in the Mediterranean
world until the conquest of Egypt by Alexander the Great in the late
fourth century BC suddenly exposed the Greeks to the peoples of the
African continent. As part of this new and intriguing Nilotic landscape,
images of Africans evoked the distant and exotic cultures at the edge
of the known world. The popularity of Nilotic themes coupled with a
Greek tradition in jewelry of elaborate figural pendants (for example,
beads, acorns, vessels, and female heads) led to the depiction of
Nubians and Ethiopians as part of the popular repertory of wearable art.
Initially, heads were fashioned wholly in gold, but by the late third
and early second century, semi-precious stones were incorporated into
the composition, as here. Materials rich and warm in color, such as
carnelian, sardonyx, amber, and garnet, were all transformed into
African figures, not only rendering each piece more elaborate, but also
imbuing them with a striking liveliness and depth of character.
The use of gemstones set into gold jewelry remained a popular
practice in the early Roman period; precious stones were said to have
held magical properties and were considered markers of high social
status. Pendants and earrings in the form of African heads seem to have
been particularly popular in Italy, with examples known from Bari and
A pair of gold earrings with the head of an African in garnet is in the
collection of the Walters Art Museum, Baltimore (inv. no. 57.1562-3,
circa third century BC), and a similar pair from Cyme, Turkey, is in the
British Museum, London (inv. no. 1877,0910.28, circa fourth to third
century BC). However, these examples are earlier, and lack the clarity
of form and sharpness of carving evident in the present pair.
Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.
Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut
Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader
To your surprise Thor does not attempt to ravish you, instead he waves a hand, magic leaking from his fingers. Your appearance is righted instantly, twigs and mud gone from you.
He pulls a warm night dress over your head, gently unclasping the jewelry adorning your neck, placing it on the dresser. He leads you toward the bed, changing his own clothing as he goes, placing himself behind you and pulling you to his chest. “I wish for you to tell me everything” he requests gently.
It is a common misconception, however, that the mermaids of No Man’s Marsh are universally murderous. Fishwives (by profession or temperament) who venture into their channels are said to return in remarkably good spirits, their necks and heads draped in jewelry made of pearls and coral.
Okay but patriotic silliness aside, the Fourth of July is such a beautiful time?
Because the excitement lasts for days. Firecrackers are going off every night, competing with the lightning bugs, and it’s hot and hazy and there are cheap plastic streamers and flags all over the place.
And Fourth of July night is just…everybody’s together, and the bugs and overly-bright sunlight are annoying at first but then they both die down and the stars come out and people go quiet and wait for the fireworks to start (which is always a little awkward. “Oh is that our show or the next town’s? No somebody’s just setting off their own, little longer yet”)
And then the fireworks start, and someone makes a joke about shooting them at the British, but it falls flat because the whole point is that we aren’t at war. There’s fire in the sky like there was at our nation’s birth, but it’s not killing fire, it’s there for color and light and the overexcited eyes of little kids. It’s a celebration.
And then it’s over, but your heart is still pounding hard from the noise and the light, and the air is full of smoke and smells of gunpowder. And it’s just…beautiful. I love it.