Prooobably one of my favorite Greek myths, and I'm not entirely sure why other than the absolute futility of their task. The Danaïdes were 50 sisters to whom their uncle insisted upon wedding his sons, their nephews. Their father was adamant about this not happening, and so fled to Argos, but his brother followed and forced the marriages to happen (somehow). So, their father told them to kill their husbands on their wedding nights, and be free of them, and they did, all but one: Hypermnestra. She loved her husband, so she wasn't condemned to an eternity of bringing water from (supposedly) the river Styx to fill a rather large vessel, using sieves, like her 49 sisters. Sometimes the myth goes that they bring water in jars -to- a sieve, or a broken vessel of sorts, but I like the way this one goes, better. I tried to give them each different appearances and expressions, different feelings about their burdens, but it's still pretty sketchy. The words at the top right read: Daneides. Based on painting on cover of One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. Because it was, loosely, mostly just for the positioning of peoples. Perspective is wonky, a bit, I know.