The yellow piece hung in the middle. Dye told me his love of Cy Twombley often, and in 1975 he did a drawing titled "Venus." The handwriting of Cy is unmistakable. Dye told me he practiced writing Venus for weeks before he applied it to the canvas. The main structure of the piece is of Aphrodite or the "Venus de Milo." The white marble replaced by vibrant yellow and blue highlights. It also reminds me of Twombley's final series of paintings. Dye walked up to the piece and pointed at the woman's figure. He explained, "This area below the belly button killed me, destroyed me. I remember my art teacher talking about the sculpture, and I couldn't stop looking at the long stretch of skin, the potent hips of Aphrodite. My classmates didn't understand my fluster; they made fun of me for having a crush on marble. I didn't care. I already loved Medusa. I chased gods while they flirted with girls. Her hips and classic face of the Greek gods was enough to make an imprint on my fabric and will forever be a muse for me."
I thought about what Dye said, that he chased gods while others flirted with girls. I thought about an awkward child not understanding the true nature of relationships and the likely hood that adults rarely do. Why shouldn't we chase gods? Failure is the folklore of the weak. When you stumble and fall, you don't lay there and give up on walking. You get up and continue. You don't see it as a failure. Because the destination is more important than the walking, we need better destinations. We should be forever, "Chasing the Gods."