Saint Guinefort.

Whew, finally done!

The amount of time I spent way too last night just on post-processing the sections of scanned gold leaf alone is ABSURD.  The angle the scanner light hits it at pretty much does horrifying things to it.  So, photos to show how pretty it is in person!

Graphite, watercolor, colored pencil, and 23K gold leaf on Strathmore illustration board.  Please fullview!  The auto-resize the tumblr dashboard does kinda kills it.

mythology meme - 4/7 Heroes, Prophets and Saints: the loyal dog who saved the family child only to be mistakenly killed by his master, now protector to all children, Saint Guinefort

The local peasants hearing of the dog’s noble deed and innocent death, began to visit the place and honor the dog as a martyr in quest of help for their sicknesses and other needs. They were seduced and often cheated by the Devil so that he might in this way lead men into error. Women especially, with sick or poorly children, carried them to the place, and went off a league to another nearby castle where an old woman could teach them a ritual for making offerings and invocations to the demons and lead them to the right spot. When they got there, they offered salt and certain other things, hung the child’s little clothes on the bramble bushes around, fixing them on the thorns. They then put the naked baby through the opening between the trunks of two trees, the mother standing on one side and throwing her child nine times to the old woman on the other side, while invoking the demons to adjure the fauns in the wood of “Rimite” to take the sick and failing child which they said belonged to them (the fauns) and return to them their own child big, plump, live and healthy. Once this was done, the killer mothers took the baby and placed it naked at the foot of the tree on the straws of a cradle, lit at both ends two candles a thumbsbreadth thick with fire they had brought with them and fastened them on the trunk above. Then, while the candles were consumed, they went far enough away that they could neither hear nor see the child. In this way the burning candles burned up and killed a number of babies, as we have heard from others in the same place.

-Stephen de Bourbon’s De Supersticione (x)