The Three of Swords is sort of inverse echo of the Three of Cups, in which feelings of fullness and satisfaction are seeded with awareness of the emptiness and loss that will inevitably accompany them. It's a case of runaway brain, dragging the heart behind it like a tin can.
I decided to show this with an apple which has been dealt exactly three cuts. It's been picked apart, vivisected. While it is surely still perfectly edible, something ideal has been lost; the fruit's wholeness can never be restored. The knife lingering nearby distracts us from the deliciousness of the bite, reminding us instead of the violence of the cut.
The two wedges that have been created remind me of the two falling figures in the Tower card, or Adam and Eve discovering their nakedness. They did not exist as independent entities until this moment, their division from each other and from the whole having been wrought upon them by unknowable forces. It may seem like little consolation, but each slice contains seeds from which future expressions of that original wholeness may still spring.
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