Friday, April 5, 2013

New look for the website

City Choir Dunedin is celebrating 150 years of singing in Dunedin this year. As part of the celebrations we have a new look for the website! Hope you like it. Here's a little information about the intriguing backround image we selected:

Apotheosis of Hercules (1733-1736) by François Lemoyne (1688-1737) painted on the ceiling of Salon d’Hercule, Palace of Versailles. The salon d’Hercule (also known as the Hercules Salon or the Hercules Drawing Room) is on the first floor of the Château de Versailles and connects the chapel and the North Wing of the château with the grand appartement du roi. The room was completed in 1736 with the ceiling painting Apothèse d’Hercule (Apotheosis of Hercules) by François Le Moyne, which gave the room its present name.

M. Moravius Piscinus cultoribus Deorum s. p. d.

The Death and Apotheosis of Hercules

O illustrious son of Jupiter! How many of the overspreading trees, thick-growing on the lofty mountain-peak of Oeta, did you level to the ground, and heap into a pyre! And then you bade obedient Philoctetes light a torch beneath it, and then take in recompense your bow with its capacious quiver full
of arrows, arms that now again would see the realm of Troy. And as the pyre began to kindle with the greedy flames, you spread the Nemean lion skin upon the top, and, club for pillow, you lay down to sleep, as placid as if, with abounding cups of generous wine and crowned with garlands, you were safe,
reclining on a banquet-couch.

And now on every side the spreading flames were crackling fiercely, as they leaped from earth upon the careless limbs of Hercules. . . .

Now, while the Gods conversed, the mortal part of Hercules was burnt by Mulciber; but yet an outline of a spirit-form remained. Unlike the well-known mortal shape derived by nature of his mother, he kept traces only of his father, Jove.

And as a serpent, when it is revived from its old age, casts off the faded skin, and fresh with vigor glitters in new scales, so, when the hero had put off all dross, his own celestial, wonderful appeared,
majestic and of godlike dignity.

And him, the glorious father of the Gods in the great chariot drawn by four swift steeds, took up above the wide-encircling clouds, and set him there amid the glittering stars.

~ P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses 9.229-272

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