Darling Prosy was born from a meditation on the tension between religion and desire - how faith so often demands purity while the flesh burns for pleasure. This piece stares that hypocrisy dead in the eye and winks. The central figure is inspired by Le Berger Pâris (1787) by Jean-Baptiste Frédéric Desmarais - a Neoclassical nude that’s all muscle, myth, and coded homoeroticism. An early whisper of queer aesthetics in Western art, it renders Paris not as a hero, but as an object of longing. Perfect. We gave him a name: Prosy. That name? A nod to Prosymnus, the mortal shepherd who once made a very particular deal with Dionysus. The myth goes: Dionysus wanted passage to the Underworld. Prosymnus agreed - on one condition. Sex. The god accepted. But by the time he returned, Prosymnus was dead. Dionysus, ever the chaotic romantic, carved a phallus from fig wood and fulfilled the pact - right there at the gravesite. Divine dick appointment. So yes, Prosy is part shepherd, part sex symbol, part subversive saint. A vessel for all the beautiful contradictions we live: sacred and slutty, tender and perverse, eternal and ephemeral.