







Icon of Hekate
$55.00
The artisan of the artistic workshop LOGOS 373, presents this very special painting – a unique glimpse into the mysteries of Hekate, the goddess of thresholds, magic, and the unseen. Born from a process of dream magic, this piece of art was not merely created but channeled, shaped through a sacred dialogue between vision and craft.
Hekate stands at the center, wrapped in a flowing crimson robe – the color of wisdom, sacrifice, and the eternal fire of transformation. But here, the flames do not simply rest in her grasp; they are her hands, burning with the guiding light that leads souls through the crossroads of existence. A third fire blazes upon her head, forming a trinity of flame – an embodiment of past, present, and future, forever entwined.
Above, ravens unfurl a ribbon inscribed with the Greek word ΖΩΗ (LIFE), each letter aligning perfectly with the sacred fires. This is not contradiction but revelation: life and death do not oppose but define each other. Behind her, two veiled figures of Death (Θανατος) stand in silence, skeletal hands grasping scythes. They are ever-present, yet never truly final.
The landscape is barren, an empty expanse between worlds – a space of transition, of endings and beginnings. This is Hekate’s domain. She does not command the path but illuminates it, offering wisdom to those who dare to walk it. Every step is a choice. Every choice, a ritual. And in the dance of fire and shadow, the eternal cycle unfolds.
This piece is not just an image. It is an invitation – a portal into the unseen, a meditation on life, death, and the mysteries that bind them…
Note that each copy of the original painting is printed on high quality paper (constellation flandra 280gr | 28 X 36cm), stamped by the artist’s sigil and personalised with the holder’s name. In order to preserve the good condition of the paper, the print travels on a full handmade wooden case (as seen in pictures), with velvet interior, bearing LOGOS 373 artistic workshop’s logo, and sealed with wax to be broken only by the receiver, for «a thing of beauty is a joy for ever» (Keats, Endymion I).