Minotaur

The Minotaur and his legend are a theme that I have been following for many years.
Ancient Greek mythology and, later, the mysteries of the underworld cults of Dionysus, all speak of a half bull, half man known as the Minotaur — an untamed creature who devoured the hapless humans who were brought to his labyrinth.
The followers of the Dionysian mysteries were concerned with the deeper, original, animalistic side of human nature, unconstrained by civilization and good behavior, they would use wine and opiates as well as other trance inducing rituals such as dance and music to liberate themselves from inhibitions and social constraints in order to return to their pure, natural state of being. Sometimes the Minotaur was seen as the personification of Dionysus, as referred to in the commentary of Epicurus.
The Minotaur thus symbolizes a facette of our human existence that has always held a great attraction and fascination for me; the original, pure and unbridled life force, also in its carnal form, unrestrained by any form of restrictions. The Minotaur is symbolic of the untamed, unbridled passion and sexuality of the beast within us, and its struggle against our self-imposed constraints and those of the societies we live in.

And yet, the Minotaur has to fight. Constantly, he is attacked by convention, society, restriction, everything that is considered “good behavior” fights to control and subdue the beast.

At the end of the myth the Great Humanizer Theseus slays the Minotaur with the help of Ariadne.
Some people see the Minotaur, or the beast within themselves, as something negative that they want to control and even kill. I wish him to live, I wish to call him forth, I wish to interact with him, the Minotaur is my muse, a part of my creative force, and I will not let society crush him.
The victorious Theseus in my photo series is not a jubilant figure, for he has conquered his own being but at what cost?