Pygmalion, a gifted young sculptor of Cyprus, was unlike the notorious Greeks, had no desire for the passion of a woman. He resolved never to marry. His art, he was enough for him. However, the statue that he devoted his life to was that of a women. He was intent on forming the perfect women, one that no man had seen before.
He worked on it daily and it grew more and more beautiful as his talented hands caressed it. When nothing could be added to make the statue more perfect, fate as it does, stepped in and the creator fell in love with his creation.
He kissed he inviting lips but they were unresponsive; he took her in his arms she remained a cold and uninviting. He would dress her in rich robes and imagine her affection and pleasure at such gifts.
This singular passion did not remain unnoticed from the Goddess of Love, Venus. Venus was especially interested in this love affair for it was a new kind of love. She was determined to help this man.
The feast day of Venus was, of course, especially honored in Cyprus, the island that first received the goddess after she rose from the sea foam. Many a young man and women were bearing gifts of great value and also Pygmalion. Venus knew what he desired and she granted his prayer.
Seeing an omen at the temple Pygmalion rushed to his house and his love. He caresses her and than startled he questioned himself did she really feel warm to his touch? He kissed her lips and felt them soft beneath his lips. He touched her arms, her shoulders;they were soft and supple their hardness vanished. This was a gift from the Goddess' With gratitude and joy, he put his arms around his love and named her Galetea.
Gods and Goddess at their whims can create havoc in mortals lives but sometimes prayers and desires are granted as in this myth
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