Sunday, April 23, 2006
Today is Saint George's Day. I have a fascination with Saint George that is nothing to do with religion or any person named George- it's all about the bones of that dragon laying at his feet. Saint George is a great saint for the irreligious. The catholic church desanctified him a while ago, which makes him, to my mind, the Saint of Suspension of Disbelief. He was sainted for killing a dragon, and there are lots of other reasons to like Saint George For instance, after cutting the dragon up a little bit in the shape of a cross, he put the princess' girdle around its head and took it into the town, docile as a puppy dog.
That's where I stop liking the story. He killed the dragon after that, which seems unfair (although it had been chewing up children for years) and everybody got baptised all over the place, yadda yadda yadda.
But he seems also to be the saint of gardening, wrestlers and pilgrims. I weeded my garden this morning, so I've got the pilgrimage and the wrestling left. I am going to spend the rest of the day thinking about what dragon I'm going to kill next. I haven't painted any snakes lately, although I did a huge series of them for several years, but I'm thinking I may do something about Saint George's dragon and disbelief. I love the idea of killing a fiction.
I'm cutting paper for another huge piece today, and I'll eventually get what I've been up to posted on the website. I finished the small painting, decided that I CAN paint small but it irritates me beyond belief, and I've done some nice drawings and a decent watercolor that's got me thinking I should do more of them with the time I don't have.