its shell. In some cases, you’d need insider information to find anything sacrilegious at all. Take Mounted on His Scapegoat for instance. Put the piece by itself and it’s easy to draw up a new set of conclusions. The lone rider looks like a standup guy. Nothing about him screams agent of evil. His steed, on the other hand, seems to be lacking skin, an arrow through the eye, snakes coiled around his legs. Maybe they’ve just been through the battle of a lifetime and this is all that’s left. Overall, it’s easy to give these guys the benefit of the doubt. Behind him, a merry steeple shines atop the hillside. Gravestones aside, this could be a bountiful place of worship and piety. It’s not immediately clear which side our rider is on. Is he protecting this holy land from a sinister threat on the horizon, or has he been rejected from his home in the sky, forced to trot away and find some moist cave to inhabit?
Speaking to Michelle over the phone shed some light on the matter. She talked about how these demons were used in medieval folklore as a form of escapism. Humans blamed incarnate demons for their crimes, using religious
Nine Of Swords - Woodcut, 2013