Atalanta of Arcadia Bronze Figurine (By Veronese)

Weighty and solid statue. Cold cast bronze resin.

Nicely boxed. Excellent detail.

Once upon a time, nestled in the rugged heartland of Arcadia, lived a fiercely independent maiden known as Atalanta. Born to King Iasus, a ruler longing for the birth of a son, she was discarded on the fringes of a mountain in her infancy—cast away by the hand destined to protect her. Yet destiny, often wrapped in the guise of misfortune, unveiled itself in the form of a maternal she-bear. Symbolizing the mighty Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, the she-bear took solace in Atalanta, nursing and raising her in the heart of the wilderness. The child of circumstance soon evolved into a remarkable huntress, her loyalties firmly aligned with divine Artemis. With the ferocity of the she-bear coursing through her veins, she made a solemn vow to the goddess—she would uphold her chastity, remaining untouched and untamed. As fate would have it, the untouched maiden ventured out to join the spirited Calydonian boar hunt. Her exuberance, encapsulated in her arrow, found its mark first, wounding the vicious beast. The day's victorious echoes resonated within the court of King Iasus, who joyfully recognized his lost yet found daughter. Overjoyed with the reunion, Iasus attempted to orchestrate her marriage in hope to secure her future. But Atalanta was unwavering, setting forth a perilous proposal. She would unite in marriage only with the one who could outrun her in a race. Those men who failed, risked not only heartbreak but their very lives at her hands. Suitor after suitor accepted the challenge but each succumbed to her swift feet and deadly defiance, succumbing under the harshness of her resolution. Among the sea of suitors emerged Hippomenes, captivated and entranced by the untamed Atalanta. Aware of his own mortal limitations against her divine swiftness, he sought assistance from the enchanting Aphrodite. Stirred by Atalanta's unwavering devotion toward Artemis, Aphrodite crafted a beguiling plan. She bestowed upon Hippomenes three golden apples— irresistible enough to break Atalanta's focus. Deceptive yet beguiling, Hippomenes strategically dropped the golden apples during the race, tempting Atalanta's curiosity. Mesmerized, she paused for each bewitching fruit, allowing him to surge ahead, grasping the finish line before she swept past it. In a fascinating turn of events, Hippomenes had not only won the race but also the wild heart of the unfettered Atalanta. And so, the tragic irony of life unfolded— a devotee of the virgin goddess Artemis was ultimately captivated by the charms of golden Aphrodite's machinations.