Big Apple Atalanta

“Abandoned at birth because her father wanted a son, Atalanta was raised in the wilderness by a bear sent by the goddess Artemis.” The myth begins in rejection and survival, a girl by the wilderness itself. In Big Apple Atalanta, Jaxon Northon draws that inheritance into the present, painting her as a woman of defiance and self-possession, rooted in the figure of Joyel McDaniels of New York City. Every detail in the portrait carries a trace of her legend. The golden apple glints in her hand — Aphrodite’s snare, the lure that cost Atalanta her freedom. Around her arm coils a serpent, at once talisman and warning. The lion’s head buckled at her waist evokes the fate that bound her to Hippomenes, transformed together into beasts condemned never to love. Even the downward gesture of her hand recalls the footrace — a reminder that Atalanta’s fate was tied to the ground she conquered with speed.   And yet, Northon stages her not as victim of a god’s plot but as something closer to defiance