I used to be able to enjoy rides like these, but now my vestibular system protests vigorously against them, getting other bodily systems involved if necessary.
This is the first sketch in a while that I've been a little disappointed with, once I saw the final result. Part of it is that I was stuck using a sucky pen and had to fix a lot of mistakes, but in general I see myself compromising left and right here to make up for my lack drawing ability. I don't hate it, it's just not exactly what I envisioned. And the perspective is a little weird -- I think I might have given up on this one too easily purely for the sake of getting it over with already.
Since the Six serves as the midpoint of our journey from Two to Ten (excluding the Ace, which is merely the catalyst that triggers this journey), it occupies a point of near-perfect equilibrium. Perhaps that's why I drew half of the teacups full and half of them empty...
There's been a lot of speculation about Pamela Coleman-Smith's version, apparently people have a hard time grasping what they're seeing. Are the figures children, or tiny adults? It pains me to say so, but it seems that the perspective in PCS's is a little off too.
More than anything the Six of Cups speaks to me about the simple pleasures in life, the ones which require little risk on our part. (There is a sort of gravitas in the Two of Cups, for example, that feels anything but casual.) In the cards that follow the Six, we are closer to the end than we are to the beginning; perhaps that's what's necessitates this last, idealized look back over our shoulder. We are nothing like what we used to be, but it is still possible to search ourselves and discover traces of our origin.














