For some reason one of my favorite stories growing up was St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland (into a boiling sea maybe?). I think it came from a “3 Minute Bedtime Stories” book I don’t remember much other than Ireland had hella snakes and St. Patrick got rid of them except then also being told by my parents Ireland didn’t have snakes in general so there wouldn’t have been snakes for St. Patrick to get rid of. BRILLIANT. “I have 100% fool proof snake repellant” “Patrick there aren’t any snakes in Ireland” “SEE IT WORKS” There are snakes on the island of Great Britain though, where St. Patrick was from. So I mean there’s that. I’ve heard the whole “metaphor for driving out druids/paganism since they used a snake as a symbol” but I dunno how accurate that is. Popular, though.
ANYWHO I don’t know why I loved that story so much but I did. Every year I say to myself, “Let’s do a serious portrait of St. Patrick driving the snakes out of Ireland” and every year it doesn’t happen either because I remember on like March 16th or like… I don’t know what happened here. I started this sketch on my birthday (March 2) and like… I dunno maybe I decided that I didn’t have time to do anything with it or I just didn’t like the sketch or… hell I dunno. Maybe something with the hands that might’ve been the day I had been looking up the Russian Orthodox/Old Believer schism thing that had to do with hands listen I don’t know. Maybe because I’m a nasty pointy atheist? Hahaha that might be it WHO KNOWS.
One day I’ll make that St. Patrick portrait, haha