March 18th -- Feast Day of St. Egg, who preached among the weasels.
I love saint icons. They fall somewhere between da Vinci and velvet Elvises, and there's usually no way to predict where. They are glorious, or gloriously tacky, or both. My Catholicism would be hard pressed to get any further lapsed--I suppose I haven't been excommunicated yet, but not for lack of trying--and yet I am still amused and bemused by the saints, by turns. They're one of the great redeeming qualities of the religion. There is a humanity to them. The saints have been there. They understand what it's like. There is a closeness and sympathy to saints largely lacking in the vague omnipotence of gods. I admire that.
This silly little icon is 10 x 15 and marks my first stab at working with gold leaf, which was not as scary as I had feared, although there are now tiny flecks of gold all over the living room.
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I wonder how the scepter stays there ^^
And your comment makes me wonder when I'm going to get excommunicated.