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Showing posts with label eight. Show all posts

5.17.2010

Sketchbook - Eight of Cups

Sketchbook - Eight of Cups


Often I find I have some item laying around that I no longer want or need, but which I can't bear to throw away -- keepsakes that have outlived their value, token objects no one but myself would ever treasure. But these things aren't garbage, so it seems improper to just discard them unceremoniously among the orange peels and cat litter. So instead, I put them in the river.

My friend Chris was horrified when I let this slip. "You can't just throw your old shit in the river," he scolded me. I tried to explain that I consider the East River to be a sort of long-term safety deposit box. When I put something in it (an old ring, a busted pocket-knife, a pair of underwear I will always have fond memories of) I always know where that thing is -- it's at the bottom of the river. As opposed to when you throw something in the garbage, in which case, who knows where the hell it goes?

Chris remains judgy and unconvinced. Look, I don't do it often. And the river is already full of sewage, dissolved metals, and runoff from Newtown Creek (itself one of the most polluted waterways in the US). I think a pair of plaster antlers is the least of its problems.

The worn remains of this industrial area have fascinated me for years. Right now I live just three blocks away, and visit often. It's a quiet place where people go to sit and think, or drink. Sometimes you even see people fishing there. I often see Canada geese there, looking a little lost and disappointed. It's a desolate, wild place on the edge of a great civilization.

These are the kinds of areas that the Eight of Cups compels us to wander through. The Eight oversees our rituals of renunciation; it illustrates the moment when you finally loosen your grip on a relationship or a vision of yourself that you've been clinging to for far too long. We invest in these things emotionally to the point where we're desperate to keep them even when they don't mean anything anymore.

Walking away is always an option, the card reminds us. Sometimes it's the only option. Why fight a losing battle with the past when nine new cups await just over the horizon?

So I drew a picture of myself throwing the old ones into the river; I can honor their existence without keeping them in my (tiny) apartment, without dragging them around with me from place to place for the rest of my life. It may be hard to let go, but at least I'll always know exactly where they are.


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5.01.2010

Sketchbook - Eight of Wands

Sketchbook - Eight of Wands


I
started off with the best of intentions. After days of contemplating appropriate Eight of Wands imagery, I was inspired by the vague "Here we come to save the day!" quality of its staffs and decided to find something truly useful for them to do.

So you know how in zombie movies people are always busting up the chifforobe or whatever so they can board up the windows? What could be more providentially useful than that?

But you know, once I had it all sketched I realized that this is one creepy-looking card. The Eight is usually described as sudden news or developments that disrupt the game already in progress, possibly tipping the scales in your favor -- anyone who draws this one in a reading is bound to overlook the ever-helpful boards and focus instead on the onslaught of shambling revenants. That's just not right.

It does, however, offer an interesting visual counterpoint to the Seven I sketched just a couple weeks ago. The little hammer-wielding Morlocks seem to have grown almost overnight into a inhuman street gang, hellbent on revenge! Though once you easily overwhelmed your adversaries, now they overwhelm you right back. The Eight's intervention is no deus ex machina, but it will hopefully buy you just enough time to fix the radio, hunker down in the basement, or top off your Molotov cocktails.


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4.20.2010

Sketchbook - Eight of Coins

Sketchbook - Eight of Coins


My knowledge of complex machinery isn't so great, and I suppose when you get right down to it, you can't even really describe a laundry-wringer as "complex". I took a shot at drawing one without looking at any photos and I suppose mine gets the message across, in addition to having magical antigravity properties. You'll just have to assume that all the actual mechanical parts are carefully hidden just out of sight, behind the rollers.

The Eight of Coins speaks to us about making the best of things, and seeing projects through to their completion regardless of the inevitable hard times and disappointments that arrive along the way. This card also encourages us to seek innovative solutions, new ways of organizing our labor so that we're happier with the outcome.

I don't know why this image popped into my head. Perhaps it's the idiom of being "put through the wringer", in which we are forced to endure some sort of ordeal. Or maybe it has something to do with the many hours of work that simple mechanical inventions were supposed to transform into leisure time. People claim that we spend just as much time at our chores as we did before, but in many ways this complaint doesn't hold water. Regardless, I couldn't help thinking of the eight "coins" as rollers that could somehow wring me out, effectively preparing me for the next cycle.

In Crowley's Thoth deck, this card is labeled "Prudence". In that spirit, I'd also like to share this anecdote from my aunt Judy's book Breaking Clean, one of many misadventures from her childhood in rural Montana:

"And I recall one day shortly after the power came, when I carefully latched the bathroom door and climbed up on a chair next to the old washing machine. The washer had two tubs, with a powerful wringer mounted between them. The wringer looked like two wide white rolling pins pressed tightly together, and it worked just like that, too. Shirts had to be fed through carefully so the wringer didn't pop off the buttons, and heavy items like towels or jeans were sent through more than once to squeeze all the water out. As a safety feature, a stop-bar ran along the bottom of the wringer, and when something got jammed up, a blow to the bar would pop the jaws of the wringer apart and stop them from turning.

I soon had the wringer running, and was mesmerized by the hum of the rollers and the splash and trickle of water. I fed dripping socks and washcloths in with my left hand and caught them with my right as they emerged from the rollers flat and damp-dry. I did this with a feeling of great maturity, for while I'd been allowed to feed socks and smaller items into the wringer before, I was not allowed to reach around the wringer as my mother did, and catch them. I was set to surprise her with my proficiency, when one of the socks stuck to the roller, as they sometimes did, going around and around instead of exiting the other side. When this happened to Mom, she loosened it with a flick of her fingers, and I reached to do the same, not thinking which side I was reaching toward, which side ate the socks, and which side spit them out.

The rollers caught my fingertips and steadily, mindlessly ate their way up my hand, squeezing my flesh flat as I hung back with all my strength, trying to pull free. Though I'd been shown how to use it, I never once thought to hit the stop-bar. And though I didn't think to call for help either, by the time the rollers were grinding past my wrist and up my arm I managed to produce a guttural squawk, the sort of noise that lifts the hair on a mother's neck two rooms away. The door seemed to explode before my eyes. The hook-and-eye latch flew apart, and my mother charged through, and in one leap had hit the bar with the feel of her hand and dragged me back from the jaws of the wringer. While my pride suffered a devastating blow, my arm did not, Mom held me on her lap as I sniffled, and within a few minutes my poor flat, white arm had gotten back its blood and the feeling in its fingers, and was none the worse for wear."



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1.13.2010

"Perhaps You Are That Messenger..."


I'm pretty sure I know what my next destination is. How do I get there, now?

Looking at the concept artwork for Kolelinia, the transportation revolution designed by architect Martin Angelov, I look forward to a time (however far-off) when I can depart from the road and glide through the air on my own steam. Maybe it's nothing but an elegant dream that will never exist in real life, but if you've ever risked a bike ride through city traffic, you probably got the same giddy feeling looking at this thing that I did. The concept scratches an unconscious itch in the hearts of bicycle commuters, it captures the imagination and shows us how fast things can change.

If you look at the diagrams, you'll see how it's supposed to work -- the bike tire fits in a deep groove that keeps you balanced perfectly upright as you zip along, your handlebar secured from the side to prevent any wobbling. I can't help fantasizing about crossing the East River this way -- it's way more exciting than the water taxi.

Consider the Eight of Wands as a messenger already in flight, on its way to present you with news, inspiration, or 11th hour revelations. Or perhaps you are that messenger, calibrating yourself to land perfectly in the right place and time to alter the course of events for others. Either way, the lines are open and the wheels are in motion. Keep your eyes on the skies, work those thighs, and don't forget to moisturize. Okay I'll stop now. But you get the point -- the wind that blows at your back is pushing you forward, and the wind that blows in your face bears traces of what is to come. Use them both. [Via]



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10.29.2009

INTERVIEW - The Terrible Tenderness of Beth Cavener Stichter


We often refer to an artist's subject as being "captured" in the work, but this expression has never been more true than in the zoomorphic sculpture of Beth Cavener Stichter. "On Tender Hooks", the artist's new exhibition at NYC's Claire Oliver Gallery, is a menagerie of all-too human struggles in the form of animals pinned or posed on the walls like heavy stoneware butterflies. The creatures seem to be complicit in their own display, some presenting their weaknesses vainly, others piteously.

I attended Cavener Stichter's opening reception last week. Upon entering I was greeted by the example above, "Humiliation By Design," which seems to bemoan the deceptively simple mechanics of impossible situations -- I couldn't help recalling the Waite-Smith deck's Eight of Swords. Just around the corner, however, you'll find the ultimate expression of freedom in the form of "A Rush of Blood to the Head". The centerpiece of the show, this six-foot sculpture stars two (extremely) male goats locked in embrace, their mouths sealed together passionately. I'm very excited to present this conversation with the artist, in which she comments at length upon her strange beasts and the even stranger humans who behold them.


Tom Blunt: You say that these are actually portraits of humans. Can you explain what led you to abandon the human form in favor of animals?

Beth Cavener Stichter: There is a sense of Otherness when you see something that isn't quite normal; when I was doing more human figurative work, I would slightly distort body shapes, and as soon as I did, people would stop identifying with the images. They didn't want to imagine that altered figure as themselves. It didn't take much – even sheer nakedness would become alienating. In order to try to coax people into empathizing with the work, I switched to using the animal form to express the human condition.

People often ask me, "How do you know animal anatomy so well?" and I just chuckle. If you were to see a real goat next to my sculptures, you'd see that something is terribly wrong. These figures are human bodies that have been subtly morphed into other creatures. They have belly-buttons, collarbones, and surgical scars that I bear on my own body. Most of them have human genitalia. A good deal of the time, these details escape immediate notice.


TB: Certain animals recur often in your work, such as rabbits and goats. How do you determine which animal you'll use to capture a particular person or trait?

BCS: It all stems back to when I was a really young -- we moved every two years of my life, all the way up until high school. I was always in different schools, which meant I would always be the outsider, the stranger. In response I developed a defense mechanism in order to classify people into groups, in order to figure out how I fit into that situation -- more subconsciously than consciously. Since I was a child at the time, these categories were defined in terms of animals, because all the picture books I read categorized human behavior this way. You know, the pigs are this human character type, the wolves are this other type. I'm interested now in what that says about the person making the distinctions rather than the animal being personified.

When I was in graduate school I decided to make the shift into using animal forms, but I was worried about doing it because there are so many animals and cultural associations with particular species – how would I establish developed characters if I used a random animal every time? So I chose three distinct animals that would embody three different personality types: the victim, the bully, and the manipulator. At the time I chose the hare, the wild boar, and the goat to represent those three character types. They were way over-simplified, but it was fun to subvert that – how could I make a manipulative victim? Or a bully-manipulator?


TB: We spoke a little about the book Geek Love, which you claimed as one of your favorites. I'm curious about the ways in which your appreciation for horror has manifested in these deceptively sinister sculptures.

BCS: I love to read more than anything else. I've been drawn to horror because of the intense psychological profiles of its characters -- you have to care about them before it's truly horrible to watch what they do. However, my favorite novels aren't horror novels at all, but ones that really get you inside the characters heads, and make you feel and think like another person and really intensely share their experience. I think as a young person growing up, horror novels were an introduction to that kind of character development.

That was a big move in my own work, too. When I first started making work, I felt I had to tell people what to think. If I wanted to, say, talk about a primal element that's hidden inside, I would marry a primal element with an image of a human. The hybrid figures I made early on were all about that. But it was definitely hitting people over the head with a baseball bat: "Here is my message! And I'll even title it for you so that you'll understand it!" It wasn't until I started applying to graduate schools, where you have to write about what it is you're trying to say, that I realized that I was more drawn to things that were subtle and sneaky and sinister in some way. And they're sinister because they're quiet… I'd rather bait my hook with something that's alluring but still has that sharp, pointy jab. You can't just stick a bare hook in the water and expect to catch anything with it.


TB: You described yourself to me as shy. People have incredibly visceral reactions to the sight of animals in peril, so I have to wonder: do you ever become self-conscious about making, presenting, and defending work that you know will incur dramatic emotional reactions?

BCS: Not when I'm making them, ever. But boy do I build up a lot of anxiety standing in front of the work while people have that emotional reaction directed at me. I've had people approach me near tears, or wanting to mother me, or claim an emotional intimacy with me because of something they've felt in the work. I love that they felt that, but I get alarmed when it's directed at me.


TB: You've described your medium (clay) as having placed you in an artistic ghetto, one that is usually considered a means to "craft" or "design" rather than "art." Can you explain the challenge this has posed to you as an artist?

BCS: I'm cautious about framing my work in an environment that's primarily devoted to design. Up until now I've been shown with other clay artists, so sometimes I'm sitting next to pots and functional work -- which is just a weird context in which to say the things I'm trying to say. I love my fellow clay artists, they've been a very supportive and awesome community, but it's been important step in my career to find a gallery that would represent me, not as a material specific artist but as a sculptor.


TB: Do you ever consider switching to a medium that doesn't carry this association?

BCS: I do have an intense preference for this material; clay is so much like flesh. When I'm working with it, it's as close as you can get to molding another person's body. It responds to touch, it remembers your fingers… everything about it is so sensual. Creating a human form (which, again, is essentially what I'm doing) out of any other material would feel like secondary translation. Which is not to say that I won't work with other materials. I love working with metals, for example -- the way that they change over time and react to the environment. But those other media will always be supplementary.

I’m really excited about my new representation with the Claire Oliver Gallery in Chelsea. I think it’s going to open so many possibilities for the work- both in material, concept, and audience. Showing alongside the kind of talent she has in the gallery, I am more than ready to see how that pushes my work -more risk-taking, experimentation with materials, and a new way of looking at the way that my pieces interact with a specific audience. I am ready to travel into those dark places in my head that I have been afraid to enter- I both excited and nervous to see what the next 5 years will bring.


TB: Seeing [the work] in person at the Claire Oliver Gallery, it really struck me that while "A Rush of Blood to the Head" is obviously an earnest expression of sexuality, it is foremost an earnest expression of love. And I think that's what seems to win people over -- it's shocking at first, but the longer you look at it, the less dirty it seems. Does this mesh with your hopes for the piece? Do the reactions to "Rush of Blood" seem different than the reactions to other pieces in the show?

BCS: Quite a few of the works in the exhibition deal with some of my own personal struggles in my career as an artist as well as the personal and autobiographical stories. The smaller works in particular seem to provoke a distanced or thoughtful reaction from the viewer rather than evoke a moment of intimacy. The three larger works are meant to engage this more visceral sense of empathy- using both human scale, gesture, and an indirect gaze to seduce the viewer into a sympathetic state. As a group, the medium and smaller pieces in the show return the gaze of the viewer, addressing the frame of the space and the context of the encounter in a confrontational manner. These emotional states require another's presence on which to focus their attention. Conversely, all three of the larger works are locked in private inward moments.

"A Rush of Blood to the Head" is the centerpiece of the entire exhibition, because more than any of the other pieces, the sculpture of the two kissing goats deals with something that is profoundly human. The kiss is specifically a gesture of human intimacy. The passion and tenderness of the embrace is likely to provoke a sentimental response, despite the fact that is completely unnatural for two animals to display affection with their mouths in a kiss. When you are just looking at the upper half of the goats, you are dealing with issues of human intimacy and passion that are identifiable by almost anyone. But then we come back to that initial reaction - why does viewing the sculpture in its entirety so often change the viewer’s reaction? When you are viewing the sculpture as a whole, it addresses a complex and controversial social issue which everyone is familiar with. My goal was to make this piece as alluring and passionate as possible, so that there’s always an element that calls to people to remain engaged despite any uncomfortable feelings with its sexuality.

The initial impulse for creating these sculptures is the struggle to overcome my own assumptions about the thoughts, motivations, and feelings contained beneath the surface of the people around me. I am often tangled in a mess of frustration with my own limited experiences, inhibitions, fears, and prejudices that create a barrier between understanding and communicating with the people around me - whether they be strangers or my closest acquaintances.

What really drives the work is the attempt to lure others into confronting these same issues. This is the main reason that I shifted from using the human form to the animal figure. In my experience, I found that most people empathized more readily with animals than humans. There is an assumed moral and emotional innocence that we associate with the animal image which allows me to delve into territory which we normally find too uncomfortable to dwell on. I want to create images that address some tough questions, while at the same time addressing why we find these questions uncomfortable.

Photograph © Beth Cavener Stichter 2009



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6.04.2009

"...Motion Through The Immovable."


If you'd like a glimpse of the great cosmic messenger in mid-flight, hurtling through time and space to intercept you at a key moment, then I present you with Tomas Mankovsky's stop-motion film Sorry I'm Late:


The Eight of Wands is a reminder to stay light on your toes -- a sudden change, a surge of energy, or a crucial bit of information is about to intercept your path and boost you to the next level of engagement. Arthur Edward Waite claimed that this card depicted "motion through the immovable". I think that's a brilliant description of stop-motion animation, especially what you just saw above, but I also see it as a challenge to apply to your personal philosophy. When the world around you seems inflexible and unyielding, then by default you're the most mutable and dynamic factor in the equation, right?

Capitalizing on this can be as easy as recognizing and seizing opportunities as they arise, or may require you to perform full-body contortions in order to transcend those pesky limitations. In these high-pressure situations, only the quick, the nimble, and the creative will attain the status conferred by the following card, the Nine of Wands. When that aforementioned great cosmic messenger appears and passes you the baton, you'd better be ready to sprint that final lap!


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5.27.2009

"The Last Warning Before Things Turn Inhospitably Toxic..."


A few months ago I bought a bottle of "Cranberry Cordyceps Tea" at my local organic market, mostly out of dread and awe because I'd recently seen this nasty little clip from the show Planet Earth:


The bottle, needless to say, is still sitting in my fridge with its seal intact. I'm convinced it's a trap, that there are human fungus-slaves out there in Vermont intent on spreading their precious parasite overlord to the masses like the pod-people in Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

The gorgeous paintings of Nicole Duennebier have a similarly deceptive allure, despite the fact that they are not sweetened with organic cranberry juice. Life-forms seem to blur together, creating one oozing, sumptuous biomass after another. When I first looked at them I admired their decadent, overripe quality, but it wasn't until I read her statement that I fully appreciated what I was seeing. It turns out that Duennebier has been quite inspired by the cordyceps fungus too, and striving to capture the malignant essence of their fruiting bodies in her creations:

"I think of the masses in my paintings as fruiting bodies, malignant growths that take on a lavish formation. They are not lying still but are very slowly expanding out across the terrain, usurping surrounding materials. These figures become garish amalgamations of color and texture. Similar to the forest still-lifes of the 1600's there is the sense of malevolence connected to the living things that move along the forest floor. But this malevolence derives from the uneasy combination of textural pleasure and disgust. Within the delicacy of the masses there is the indication of 'festering' in the form of sodden underbellies and noxious fumes that rise into the air."

Looking at her work, I couldn't help thinking of the way the suit of Cups is illustrated in Crowley's Thoth deck -- the aquatic scenes that initially radiate purity and luxury, but gradually degrade into festering pools of muck. The Eight of Cups shows us an emotional environment approaching a state of terminal stagnation. In fact, it's the last warning before things turn inhospitably toxic. The Waite deck shows a person beating a hasty retreat, presumably striking out in search of clear and nourishing waters. He is sadder, perhaps but wiser -- the glory of the Nine indicates that a valuable lesson has been learned.

This is a complicated card to draw in terms of any relationship. Sometimes a person just needs to face facts and accept that it's time to move on; on the other hand, sometimes you just need to back off long enough for the environment to heal itself from the muddled mess you helped make. You should be able to assess the situation based on other cards in your reading, but either way it's crucial that you put some distance between yourself and this cesspool. Right away.

One of my favorite details in the Planet Earth video is how the healthy ants can tell when one of their own has become contaminated with cordyceps, and to safeguard the survival of their colony they pick up the body of their fallen mate and chuck it as far as possible from the nest. During times when I seem to be determined to make a bad situation even worse, I always make an effort to chuck myself clear before I totally lose my senses and do something unreasonable; sometimes I walk away for good, sometimes it's just a time-out. ("Oh, hey guys, it's me again! Turns out I don't have the deadly brain fungus after all, I was just really grumpy.") The ability to do this has been one of the most valuable tools of self-preservation at my disposal. My challenge to you, via the Eight of Cups, is to recognize the malignancy you're harboring -- however deliciously cranberry-flavored it may be -- and do something about it before it gets the best of you. [Via]


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3.05.2009

"The World Is Full Of Rogue Agents..."


No, you're not imagining things -- there are people and forces in the world that are actively undermining your efforts and would see you fail. It's probably nothing personal; sometimes we just get in each other's way, or have something that someone else wants. Like ice cream, for example... sweet, deliciously cold ice cream. In this photo gallery of cone-thieving seagulls, the reactions of the birds' victims range from wrathful to terrified to completely oblivious. A seagull is no match for a human; I myself could probably take on several of them in hand-to-hand combat. But they're so sneaky, and the experience is so bamboozling, that they get away with it time and again.

Ultimately, the burden of defending our ourselves -- and our ice cream -- rests on our own capable shoulders. However, while the world is full of rogue agents (hell, sometimes we are them), paranoia can be just as destructive as complacency; you can waste a lot of time shooting down illusionary threats, and may still wind up missing signs of genuine interference. The higher the stakes and the farther you advance, the harder it is to keep your cool and deal with situations as they really are -- this is when you might start feeling persecuted, picked on, or downright vengeful. But while you're standing there stymied, someone else is grabbing the prize.

Don't panic -- in fact, relax. There are some situations that you just can't think your way out of, because at a certain point your mind itself is the problem, and obsession is not a viable long-term strategy. The only way to escape is to remember that you have other instincts. Look at the Eight of Cups, the Eight of Wands, the Eight of Coins. These cards demonstrate options -- deep introspection, swift action, careful cultivation -- that we tend to ignore when we feel threatened. Tear off your blindfold and address the reality of your situation on your own terms. If that means taking a tennis racket with you when you go out for ice cream, so be it. [Via]

3.02.2009

"Gently Conform A Flawed World To Your Needs..."


Unless you've played Settlers of Catan, the mosaic above probably looks rather esoteric. Settlers is an award-winning strategy game where the players built settlements and roads between areas laden with resources such as stone, bricks, sheep, wood, and wheat; you win by building up your own city and cutting off your rivals from access to the resources they need to survive -- a really intriguing way to play with your concepts of ego, survival, and economy.

Normally the game is played on a plain flat board that you piece together out of cardboard hexagons, but this particular nation-builder has taken things to the next level, customizing their own beautifully elaborate Settlers experience. I can only imagine how much more fun it is to play the game with a version you've made yourself -- here's a tutorial to get you started on your own.

This card has always struck me as a particularly lovely follow-up to the treacherous Seven of Coins. Unsatisfied with the version that came in the box? A little patience, creativity, and elbow-grease (make that a LOT) could be all that's required to gently conform a flawed world to your needs. Whether it winds up suiting anyone else's -- well, that's another matter altogether. [Via]

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12.03.2008

Eight of Coins


Naguib Mahfouz wrote, "Life is wise to deceive us, for had it told us from the start what it had in store for us, we would refuse to be born." As hard as it can be to face the facts as they become evident, you can do so much more with them if you accept them. The Seven of Coins illustrated the profound disappointment of discovering that what you've reaped isn't what you counted on back in your sowing days, but the Eight wants you to know that the entire crop need not be forsaken -- with a little careful cultivation, these disappointments could prove to be an incredible gift. It's an opportunity to infuse your natural ability with new humility, patience, and wisdom that you've accrued thanks to good old trial-and-error.

You'll have to pardon the gardening metaphor, it seems to be a built-in feature of this card. To depart from it ever so slightly, I thought I'd offer this gorgeous photography by Peter Watkins, who floods treetops with spectral light patterns and then photographs them using a technique that seems painstaking to say the least. The results are otherworldly and eerily intimate -- since trees are photosynthetic, Watkins' interaction with them is truly interactive, playful even. He changes how they look, but he doesn't change how or what they are, resulting in magnificent portraits of silence, patience, and endurance, quiet reminders of the potential that hides within all plain truths. [Via]

12.02.2008

The Four Eights



If should seem pretty obvious by now: the higher we count up from the Ace, the farther we travel from that beautifully pure state and the more complicated the world becomes. Take heart -- complicated doesn't always mean "miserable."

As an overall system, the Tarot nudges us toward balance and harmony at every opportunity. The four Sixes (which I haven't written about yet) epitomize these qualities in the Minor Arcana, representing a perfect reflection of the triad formed by our first three points:


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When Seven comes along, it knocks everything off balance, which has pretty devastating results in a world already so full of variables in motion (rather like tossing an extra orange at a juggler when he's not paying attention). At this point, the Eight is a welcome counterbalance -- at least your world is staggering on two legs now instead of just one.


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While the most perfect symmetry will be achieved when you reach Nine and have formed a second reflection of the original triad, the bilateral symmetry is enough to tide you over. In the meantime, now that the underlying pattern of this system has begun to repeat itself, triad after triad, you can begin to comprehend how you arrived at this vulnerable position, so far from your point of origin, and where you are headed. If you browse each of the cards above, you'll see the effect this information has on us: the Wands urge us to flare up and race forward to find out what comes next; the Cups entreat us to ruminate on the information more indolently and begrudgingly before beginning our sojourn; the Swords shout in alarm that the game we're playing is more complex than we'd ever dreamed, and express doubts whether victory is possible; the humble Coins urge us to work with what we have and patiently tend to ourselves as well as the circumstances allow.

They all speak truth -- their own flavor of it, anyway. At this point in the journey, it's easier to continue forward than turn back. "It's always darkest before the dawn," as the saying goes. If you draw an Eight, consider it as if it's the first light on the horizon; it's too soon to say whether you'll like what you see by day, but at least you made it through the night.

9.08.2008

Eight of Cups


During the final years of Francisco de Goya's life, when the artist had gone deaf and was rapidly losing sanity, he retired to his country house and began to paint on the walls. Not just any paintings -- these were a notable shift from the robust and colorful work of his earlier years. Referred to as his "Black Paintings," the new works portrayed scenes that festered with unease, lunacy, and malignant humor. Eventually both floors of his home were filled with these dark visions. Two of the most violent, Saturn Devouring His Sons and Judith and Holofernes, flanked one entrance to the house. The painting pictured here, Heads In a Landscape, reminds me quite a lot of the Rider-Waite version of the Eight of Cups. In that card, a stockpile of cups stack up accusingly in the foreground, left behind by a discontented wayfarer. In Goya's painting, your eye would like to roam the gorgeous sunny landscape, but the leering faces distract the eye, crowding up and practically pressing their themselves against the glass.

In actuality, the Eight of Cups represents an important turning point. A certain ill-fated relationship or foolish fantasy has been indulged as far as you dare let it, and the time has come to face facts, and gather the strength to walk away. The fact that your attachment is emotional, not simply practical, will make it far harder to admit defeat -- but once you do, you'll find that every grudging step moves you closer to the new world just past those hillsides which once seemed so far away. It'll break your heart to abandon that weighty accumulation of cups you'd cherished for so long, but if you're honest with yourself you'll admit that it's been a while since they brought you any satisfaction at all.

Forfeit doesn't necessarily equal failure. Goya abandoned one vision of the world for another, certainly begrudgingly and miserably. But I find this collection of paintings even more valuable and profound than his more famous work; the artist was able to communicate the changes that his heart and mind had undergone, and he painted them where he'd have to face them every single day. But the heaviness and hardship of that process is evident in every single panel. They herald a new age, but openly and bitterly mourn the loss of the old one.

8.14.2008

Eight of Wands


To everything there is a season, surely. But sometimes it's the season for getting things done in a hurry! This helpful guide from Du Pont helped farmers in 1910 transform their own land at whatever pace their imaginations galloped at. Dynamite is very powerful, much more so than gunpowder, but it is actually safer to handle," it reassures. Excavating, plowing, clearing land -- all a snap (and cheap, too!) if you take a few simple precautions.

The Eight of Wands can certainly knock you sky-high out of the rut you're in, perhaps even more directly than some of the deeper transformational cards that we've explored. But it's also a little safer. Just like a farmer may have to blast out stumps or shatter hard-pan and shale in order to get to soil worth cultivating, sometimes the more profound transformations in our lives simply aren't within our grasp without some major changes on the surface. "Aha!" you'll say as thought-patterns crumble or lightning strikes, "I just remembered I have somewhere else to be." This mini-epiphany won't end your problems, but you'll be astounded to find yourself travelling in a new direction -- whether inward or outward -- not caring whether you're actually flying or merely being catapulted by the blast. [Via]

6.15.2008

Eight of Swords


Everyone knows that eagles are birds of prey, and we thrill at how ambitiously deadly they are. Yet when we see these photos of an eagle attacking a trumpeter swan, most of us don't root for the eagle-- we immediately empathize with the swan and desperately hope it escapes. The same goes for the other examples of eagle attacks you'll see if you click the card above. As humans we're filled with wonder and dread at these sights; no matter how much sense it makes from nature's perspective, it seems incredibly tragic that an animal just as spectacular as the eagle could also be so defenseless against it.

The eagle is an excellent mascot for the suit of Swords, as every card in the suit comments on our ability to focus, act rationally, or even triumph, despite the chaos that threatens us from inside as well as outside. As a symbol for victory and vigilance, as well as our ability to strategize and strike, this bird has no match. Unfortunately, sometimes we find ourselves on the wrong end of the talons. The attack or interruption that sideswipes you may come from above, but just as often it's a self-inflicted jab that cripples you with panic or foils your ability to think clearly.

Here's a hint, trumpeter swan: remember your voice. Even if you hate to show weakness or don't think anyone will hear you, learning how to ask for help is almost as important as learning how to offer it. Whether you are truly alone in this terrible time remains to be seen-- you won't know for sure unless you cry out. And if it makes you feel any better, the photographer swears that in this case, the swan got away.