self portrait as St Sebastian, 2011
Another drawing of St-Sebastian.
Saint Sebastian is pretty much the only Roman Catholic saint I know, and I love him. He’s the patron of archers and soldiers (especially the navy), protector from the bubonic plague and an icon of holy death, as well as a gay male icon. He was a Christian martyr who was shot with arrows (and so he is often depicted) and died at the hand of the Roman Emperor Diocletian after opposing him with his faith. I don’t know why he appeals to me, but he does. I think it’s his image/martyrdom that first got my attention.
He is commemorated on January 20th (tomorrow).
Associated with his holy death is the Mexican Santa Muerte (or Lady Sebastienne, Lady Of The Night, Saint Death). According to Wikipedia, she’s a kickass saint; she is patron of the homosexuals, bisexuals, trans* and all queers, she protects those who work at night from harm (taxi drivers, mariachi players, bar owners, sex workers, police officers, etc) as well as drug dealers and smugglers. I mean, she’s pretty badass for a saint!
Worshipping the Santa Muerte was forbidden by the Mexican Christian Church until 20th century. Now she is celebrated on either the Dia de los muertos, the first of November, or on the 15th of August. She is represented by a female skeleton draped in colourful sheets.
This is fantastic!
Markers. January 2013.
Josef Wilhelm Wallander, Saint Sebastian, 1841
Two Sketches of St. Sebastian - Simone Cantarini
If I let one more year slip by without claiming Pinup Saint Sebastian as my Halloween costume, please just punch me in the face.
The Prince of Saints
My drawing of Sebastian (stigmataparty)
it was just going to be a little sketch and then things got out of hand…
(btw, if you’re cool with it, I’d love to use this in my tumblr friends zine.)
Le Martyre de Saint-Sébastien, Gabriele d’Annunzio’s sacred drama, had rather profane origins. The incident that stimulated the realization of his long-standing ambition to write a mystery play based on the life of St. Sebastian was the sight of dancer Ida Rubinstein’s bare legs as he kneeled to kiss her feet following her memorable portrayal of the sadistic title character in Diaghliev’s production of the ballet Cleopatra. In the beautiful and exotic Russian dancer, with her long legs, slim physique, slender neck, graceful gestures, and air of mystery, the Italian poet, novelist, and dramatist found his ideal incarnation of the martyred saint.
D’Annunuzio was apparently agnostic, and his interest in religion, essentially artistic. There is even something sacrilegious about his conflation of the pagan narcissism of Adonis with the Christian masochism of Sebastian, who tells the archers: “Whoever wounds me most deeply loves me most.”