
St. George in Stockholm. A replica is in a museum church in Lübeck, because the carver was from Lübeck. The piece was dedicated in 1489, and is over three meters tall.
As an aside, I found that image at this web-site and post. Dragons, dragons, dragons . . .http://www.tigerscursebook.com/blog/post-190/
And now for something a bit different . . .
I realize that St. George’s reputation isn’t what it used to be, but I fear the days of St. George, Santiago Matamoros, Our Lady of Victory, and St. Michael Archangel are coming again.
Who will take up the mantle to slay the chaos dragon this time?
Very interesting photos. I see you kept the text of this post short and sweet – I guess you didn’t want it to dragon.
Peter, why are you logged in as The Other Sean?
I’m not, I promise. However, I think I may have infected him.
As for ‘feeling scaly’, perhaps you’ve been following the current series of ‘Game of Thrones’. Hmmm . . . following . . . Daenerys and dragons . . . a reptilian postilion, perhaps?
😉
Does this mean Peter can claim an infectious sense of humor?
I think the earlier ones, with St. George using a lance, would be more likely to prosper against a large animal than the Ruebens with only a sword. Speaking of which, the Ruebens reminds me of the Reverse side of the ‘traditional’ British Sovereign, thought it is different enough I’m sure it isn’t a copy.
The Rubens was done around 1608. He traveled a great deal, so it is possible that 1) he saw the coin or 2) it was a common pose when someone commissioned St. George but narrow frame. According to the Museu del Prado site, he kept the painting until his death.
I don’t think I would go naked except for a helmet and a sword to slay a dragon. Body armor and a hellalong lance seem the ticket, if RPGs aren’t yet invented.
Plus several fire extinguishers ready to hand.
Interesting set of poses among the various sculptures, all trying for the ‘heroic’ pose… And yes, Peter IS infectious… sigh… At least you only get him occasionally… 🙂
Thank you for those kind words. Just remember . . . you’re eating here tomorrow night . . . and I’m cooking . . .
Harharhar!