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Showing posts with label swords. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swords. Show all posts

5.28.2010

Sketchbook - Ten of Swords

Sketchbook - Ten of Swords


I don't know what led me to this drawing. Perhaps I was inspired by the lone moth in the Ace of Cups I drew many weeks ago, a free creature enslaved by its desire for illumination. Perhaps it was the Puma's Moth King sneakers, a limited run which apparently I'm a year late in discovering, and which I'll bitterly have to make do without. Perhaps it was this month's BPAL's new series of fragrances based on moths and butterflies (scroll down). These are limited edition as well, but I guarantee you I'll be smelling like the "Great Grey Witch" for many months to come.

Partly I wanted to make a version of this card that effectively communicated its meanings without resorting to the rather strident traditional imagery. And what are those meanings? Funny you should ask, as this week I added a label to the site which gives you three basic meanings for each card (for a particular reading, just choose a card from the sidebar). The Ten of Swords entry says:

1. Surrender
2. Undisciplined thought
3. Failure of a plan or project.


So there it is. At a certain point things become get so intense that there's nothing left to do but quit struggling and face the facts -- you're pinned. Whether the cause of the derail is natural or unnatural, personal or professional, this is totally irrelevant and you will gain no peace of mind from twisting about trying to understand the significance of it from your current position.

The Ten isn't pure doom and gloom -- just as every cheerful card carries its own warnings, every "dark" card contains the key to its own shackles. In this case you are urged to cultivate stillness, reflection, and humility, in hopes that you will actually recognize your next big idea when you see it, and follow it out of darkness into the light.


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5.19.2010

Sketchbook - Seven of Swords

Sketchbook - Seven of Swords


Hey, it's my professionally strong friend from the Four of Swords! Apparently he does a little bit of everything at this particular carnival.

This is the kind of act I can't watch too much of; honestly it seems to me that he's really pushing his luck with that seventh sword. He appears to be perfectly in control, and the audience is surely convinced he knows what he's doing, but ultimately we're talking about cold steel versus delicate flesh, and accidents do happen. In order to outshine our competition and electrify our audience, we suspend our own disbelief and summon inadvisable levels of confidence -- making it all too easy to misjudge distances, ignore warning signs, and generally proceed without caution.


There's a lot to be said for displays of cleverness, but it's only a matter of time before you get so caught up in the razzle-dazzle that you begin treating reality like some kind of sport, forgetting about the very real consequences your decisions may have -- on yourself as well as others. Relying on self-deception to consistently fool people is a fine short-term game, but the longer you play, the greater the odds that narrow blade will turn back on you. Perhaps you'd better take a step backwards and judge your situation from a less engaged position.

Oh yeah, and that's totally a chest tattoo of Pamela Coleman Smith's signature, which you can find on most of her RWS cards. How odd; I suppose it's possible they had some sort of dalliance when his show toured Europe...


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5.15.2010

Sketchbook - Two of Swords

Sketchbook - Two of Swords


I spent a lot of time over the last couple days trying to imagine some sort of harmoniously double-bladed apparatus. I thought about the way incisors work together to chop up our food, or the way propeller blades achieve lift even though they oppose each other. But none of these things seemed like anything I wanted to draw. Then I thought about bees -- how an entire swarm of creatures, each armed with its own venomous barb, manage to work together for the good of the hive. The bees pictured above may look like they're squaring off, but ultimately they know that all the pollen they gather is going back to the same place. Their swords are always visible, but never unsheathed.



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4.09.2010

Sketchbook - Six of Swords

Sketchbook - Six of Swords


Getting out of an egg is harder than it looks, which is why most birds and reptiles are born with an egg tooth, a sort of biological crowbar that assists in the process and then drops off.

Most Six of Swords cards show a departure of some kind. The inspired mind undergoes a harsh trial-and-error phase, testing its own boundaries and running up against some inescapable realities. The Six indicates your need or ability to leave all that behind, to make a fresh start with the aid of the wisdom you've accumulated during this rocky period. If you can bear to scrutinize the errors of the recent past, you'll see that they actually point the way forward. That's the very definition of "sadder but wiser."


Until it's hatched, everything a creature knows about the world relates to the interior of its shell. Once that shell is broken, the burden of ignorance is ours to do with what we wish, to carry only as far as we choose. Or, to quote Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde's biting social satire, The Importance of Being Earnest:

"I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delecate, exotic fruit. Touch it, and the bloom is gone. The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did it would prove a serious threat to the upper classes, and probably lead ot acts of violence in Grosvenor Square."

Ignore Bracknell's disapproval -- consider the Six of Swords to be a whole mouthful of egg-teeth, and get to work on your own jailbreak. You can only revisit the lessons of the past so many times before they become redundant. A world of brand-new experiments, adventures, and tragedies awaits!



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4.01.2010

Sketchbook - Ace of Swords

Sketchbook - Ace of Swords


It's late, so I'll keep this brief. The concept for this drawing came to me all at once in a sort of perceptual burst, and I literally stopped whatever else I was doing so I could sit down and start picking away at it. Appropriate, since the Ace of Swords is the go-to card for intellectual hairpin turns that point in unforeseen directions, toward new possibilities.

The symbolism here is pretty straightforward. The suit of Swords is associated with the element of air, hence the feather. It's also associated with awareness and intellect, which makes the peacock's cycloptic plume especially apt.

But what I wanted to do beyond there is show the feather being split in two. I don't know about you, but I can't resist picking things apart -- straws, popsicle sticks, relationships, anything really. So whenever I get my hands on a peacock feather, its hours are numbered. They pull apart so perfectly! The individual barbs peel off into tiny sub-feathers, the shaft splits and unzips into long ribbons. Not even the perfect, iridescent eye, which only an unfeeling psychopath would ever want to put out, escapes mutilation.

The suit of Swords teaches us about the powers of discernment and discrimination, and the Ace is where it all begins: a unified vision, magical in its fleeting wholeness and ripe for shredding into individual thoughts and observations. Eventually even the shreds will be picked to shreds and the suit will have run its course -- at which point there is really nothing to do but throw the whole mess away and look for a new feather.

Hopefully you'll forgive me for starting in on this particular feather, threatening to divide the Ace before you've even had a chance to enjoy its perfection. I shouldn't rush ahead, I know. Considering how hard it was to resist pulling that eye apart into a set of binoculars, you should be quite proud.



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3.31.2010

Sketchbook - Four of Swords

Sketchbook - Four of Swords


Today's drawing is a direct homage to the RWS version of this card, which has always fueled my imagination. Was the figure supposed to be dead? Praying? Sleeping? Waite himself didn't clarify matters when he described it as "The effigy of a knight in the attitude of prayer, at full length upon his tomb." Clearly there's a story here somewhere that no one is telling.

Whenever I read this card for someone, I make sure to point out that this brief moment of reflection is all that lies between the trials of the Three of Swords and those of the Five. In other words, you'd better catch your breath here in the eye of the storm, because round two is on its way. Whatever you do in preparation could wind up making all the difference.

I became drawn to the idea of the sideshow strongman as an inspirational figure here. His weight evenly distributed across the bed of nails, he is able to rest quite easily. There is quite a lot of discipline involved in learning to do these sorts of stunts, whether you're swallowing swords or eating glass or walking on coals. While physical conditioning is essential, ultimately the strongest muscle you have at your disposal is your brain.

(Yes, I know the brain is not actually a muscle.)

There are periods of actual respite when you can truly let go of everything, allow all your suppressed reactions to surface, begin healing, and finally move on. This card doesn't depict one of those periods -- it's more of a halfway-point, like the thirty-minute lunch break you get during an eight-hour shift. In fact, if you're a strongman, you may even actually be on stage for it, taking deep breaths so that you can remain perfectly calm while your assistant smashes a cinder-block on your chest.

There is a little bleeding, I'm told, resulting from incidental punctures here and there. Nothing to worry about; surely the tattoo on his bicep (a tribute to harder times) hurt and bled much worse. As for the snake inked on his forearm, let's just consider it a symbol of renewal and move on, lest we want to hear a long story about the trapeze artist who broke his heart back in '34.



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3.05.2010

Sketchbook- Three of Swords

Sketchbook - Three of Swords


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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1.03.2010

"As Reliable As The Numbers From One To A Hundred..."


Maybe everything is a lot easier than we think it is. Maybe there are better ways to do things, keys that unlock the potential hiding just under our surfaces. I was charmed and astounded watching this video of a child solving math problems quickly and accurately using Chisenbop, an form of finger-counting that may date back to the abacus. See if you can figure out how he does it:


Here's a tutorial. Chisenbop has cropped up in American curricula from time to time, but it's largely unheard of here. Why is that? I can understand the need to instill kids with a completely conceptual grasp of how sums and multiplication tables work, but not everyone's minds work the same way. And anyway, this is like walking around with a calculator in your pocket -- bound to come in handy at some point.

The Ace of Swords exists to usher new decisions and perspectives into our lives, pointing ever forward. All we need do is sail on its wind, relaxing our grip on obsolete or irrelevant ideas and embracing progress and self-knowledge. Is there a better way to do something? Then so shall it be done. Is there potential hiding beneath the surface? A series of swift, careful incisions ought to free it.

We are often urged to "know ourselves" and "be ourselves", but there is no knowledge without learning. Study yourself just as ardently as you study your surroundings. In your sharpest moments, your consciousness is a membrane between the inner and outer worlds -- a line carved into the fabric of reality, as thin as the edge of a knife and just as difficult to balance on. The Tarot's suit of Swords describes our attempts to maintain that balance. If the failures seem costly, it's because they are blows against our very identity and sense of purpose; try to keep in mind that equilibrium is only ever achieved through a series of errors and counter-errors. With a little discipline and effort, the contents of your own mind may one day seem as familiar to you as your own hands and fingers, and as reliable as the numbers from one to a hundred. [Via.]


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12.10.2009

"...A Price For Human Progress."


There's this video that people keep forwarding to me that shows the Manhattan Bridge (which is an suspension bridge, after all) swaying gently as the subway runs back and forth across it:


The video is usually accompanied by a degree of semi-panicked goggling as people speculate whether that's actually an okay thing for a bridge to be doing. Short answer: it is, at least for now. And chances are that when something really is wrong, you'll know in a hurry.

Take for example the Tacoma Narrows Bridge, which collapsed into the Puget Sound less than a year after its completion. You want spine-tingling documentation? At the time of the disaster, a local camera store owner managed to capture footage that makes the Manhattan Bridge thing look quite harmless:


There were no human casualties from the Tacoma Bridge collapse, though there was a dog trapped in that car you see, and it was unable to be rescued before everything fell apart. The video is hypnotic, I've been watching it all day. It evokes a very complex emotional response, something right out of a terrible dream -- one restated beautifully in Gary Peterson's pen and ink drawing, excerpted in the card above.

The event was a failure on a grand scale, and it wound up changing the way all future bridges would be built. But standing and watching that day -- as you can see people doing at the beginning of the video -- I imagine everyone must have felt a profound sense of wonder and vulnerability. All of that money, all of that hard work and scientific derring-do, blown out of the sky by a little bit of wind. Just the wind, that's all, triggering a little-understood principle called "aeroelastic flutter". Scratch any large-scale disaster, however, and you usually find a purely human failing just beneath the surface -- in this case, consultants had replaced the original plans with a speculative design that had cut costs nearly in half.

In drawing allusions to the Ten of Swords, I freely confess that I'm just cribbing from Wikipedia by including this quote by Othmar Ammann:

"The Tacoma Narrows bridge failure has given us invaluable information...It has shown [that] every new structure [that] projects into new fields of magnitude involves new problems for the solution of which neither theory nor practical experience furnish an adequate guide. It is then that we must rely largely on judgement and if, as a result, errors, or failures occur, we must accept them as a price for human progress."

That's cold comfort if it's your car or dog or peace of mind that's left to undulate in the breeze, but I can't think of any path through life that doesn't require each of us to occasionally pay this price. We don't always know what is happening or who is to blame -- the ground is literally dropping out from under us, we don't have the time or the presence of mind to wonder whether it's the inclined cable-stays or the eight-foot-deep plate girders that are causing the problem. It's only after, if we survive, that we find out. It reminds me of that Portia Nelson poem that Buddhists and AA'ers are always quoting:

1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost...
I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit
My eyes are open; I know where I am;
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.
[Via]




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12.02.2009

"Search Your Heart. Also, Get Over Yourself..."


Since kids are hellbent on using their technological privilege to utterly destroy themselves and each other, it's time to reach out to them with a message of common sense, compassion, and reason. The courier of this message? James Lipton and his magic beard:


I like that the message at the center of these PSA's isn't merely "Don't do this because it's BAD!" Rather, they're saying "Think about this carefully before you make a decision. Ponder the consequences. Search your heart. Also, get over yourself." And the avuncular Lipton is the perfect funny, non-parental, and (apparently) non-judgmental figure to impart this wisdom. He cares about you -- he would take his beard off for you.

I'd like to think of the Six of Swords as a rite of passage, the moment when that Liptonian beard lands on your face and you find yourself examining your situation from all sides. It announces the arrival of a certain maturity, it encourages you to set off in bold new directions and make prudent use of technology, it quiets the lower instincts that keep you embroiled in back-and-forths unworthy of your attention. And afterward, if you still wind up sending someone a picture of your junk, you'll know that it was not an act of impulse, but one of deep consideration -- was, in fact, the only logical choice. [Via]

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11.16.2009

The Court Of The (False) Crimson Queen...


I recently noted that our esteemed sponsor, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, has fragrances in its Mad Tea Party collection themed on the playing card characters in Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. Since regular playing cards are somewhat analogous to the four suits of the Tarot's minor arcana, I couldn't help wondering what these particular scents would have to say about their respective cards. So here's what I ordered:

THE KING OF HEARTS
"Rosewood and black cherry with white musk, red rose, red musk and a spark of lavender."

THE KNAVE OF HEARTS
"Crushed roses and blackcurrant tarts."

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
"Lily of the Valley, Calla Lily, stephanotis and a drop of cherry."

TWO, FIVE & SEVEN
"A huge bouquet of squished rose petals: Bulgarian rose, Somalian rose, Turkish rose, Damascus rose, red and white rose, tea rose, wine rose, shrub roses, rose, rose, rose... and just an itty bitty bit of green grass."

I had planned on incorporating all of these into a big post on the suit of Cups, but when I sat down to do it, I hit a serious roadblock: the original Tenniel illustration showing the Two, Five, and Seven painting the roses red (as seen above) portrays them as spades. Spades. That ruins everything -- or does it?

Before I go too far down the rabbit hole of wild speculation, let me say that I'm quite aware that Carroll's book is a work of pure fantasy and shouldn't be expected to hold up to the scrutiny of real-world logic. If anything, the fantastical nature of the work invites us to comb through it playfully, trying to make sense out of nonsense. So here goes...

I allege that the entity presenting herself as the Queen of Hearts in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is an impostor. In fact, I further allege that the entity in question is non other than the sinister Queen of Spades (or Swords, as the case may be). Think about it: the shouting, the tortured logic puzzles, the ruthless competition of the croquet match, the unrelenting desire to punish and decapitate. Are these the qualities of the dreamy Queen of Hearts? I think not.

If there's anything we've learned by now, it's that the Swords are not to be trusted. They cut the man who wields them just as easily as they cut his opponent. In fact, from the moment when Alice first enters the courtyard, we witness a fraud being perpetrated by the Two, Five, and Seven on behalf of the Queen's dogmatic insistence on red roses over white. The Queen's decision to have her servants executed is, no doubt, an effort to conceal her true identity -- she certainly can't reveal herself as a Spade-sympathizer in front of the whole court.

The timid King plays much closer to type, which makes me wonder about the power the Queen exerts to control him. I suspect blackmail or worse.

The samples from BPAL have tipped me off to new evidence. The Queen can mask herself behind red paint all she pleases, but she can't beat the smell test -- out of the court cards present, she's the only one who doesn't smell like roses. In fact, one could argue that the scent of calla lilies is a dead giveaway here -- they're incredibly toxic and commonly associated with funeral arrangements.

In a sort of poetic final argument, I'd like to present a few lyrics from the King Crimson's 1969 release "The Court of the Crimson King", which I believe may contain some elements of backstory from the King of Hearts' perspective:

"The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun / I walk a road, horizons change / The tournament's begun."

Hmm. Perhaps there is more at stake in the Queen's croquet game than we've ever suspected. Don't play, Alice! If you lose, you'll be sent to a holding tank for lost souls in a parallel dimension!

"The black queen chants the funeral march / The cracked brass bells will ring / To summon back the fire witch / To the court of the crimson king..."

Creepy! But not nearly as revealing as this:

"The gardener plants an evergreen / Whilst trampling on a flower..."

How can this not be a comment on the hapless Two, Five, and Seven?

Ultimately I decided to memorialize my search for the truth in a post for the Seven of Swords, a card that warns of fraud and cowardice, of resistance and futility, all of the qualities that the "Queen of Hearts" stands for. Incidentally, the fragrances were lovely. Special thumbs up for the Knave of Hearts, which smells like something magical baking in the oven. But I'll save the dossier exploring his crimes against the state for another time...




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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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10.06.2009

"Embrace It If You Want To, But It Won't Hug You Back..."


I'm a big fan of Robert Altman's movies, so I knew eventually I was going to have to face Quintet. Considered one of the director's most disastrous attempts, Quintet takes place in a post-apocalyptic civilization that is being slowly exterminated by a new Ice Age. The survivors are so disillusioned (or bored, or something) that they spend all their time playing an elaborate board-game. I'm sure you can guess what it's called. Anyway, some of these folks also play a live-action version of the game in which they hunt and kill each other one by one. There's not really any prize for winning, they're all just trying to stay active and vital during humanity's last few years on the planet. Paul Newman --who looks and acts as if he was tricked into starring -- plays an outsider who accidentally becomes involved in the tournament.

Here's a clip in which Newman encounters one of the other players, a man named St. Christopher who unveils mankind's final philosophy:


This movie screamed "Five of Swords" to me on so many levels. First there's the obvious -- five combatants out to stick each other, with a "sixth man" waiting in the wings to challenge the survivor. Then there's the film's metaphor of a world that has given up, going through the motions of survival but utterly surrendering in spirit.

And then there's the failure of the film itself. It was a bitterly difficult film to make -- they shot it at the abandoned site of the 1967 Montreal World's Fair. Every night they would hose down the metal structures so that the next day everything would be encrusted in glittering icicles. However, this made the set impossible to navigate safely, so there were numerous accidents and injuries. The cameras had to be kept near heaters or else the film itself would freeze up inside them. The chase scene at the end of the film lost all of its momentum because the actors weren't actually able to run -- between the deep snow and their huge heavy costumes, it was all they could do to lumber urgently. Since Altman was confident in his own ability to cobble together his works out of whatever people, places, and situations were at hand, I doubt he saw a problem with any of this. It is what it is, he surely thought.

It's also a bitterly difficult film to watch. Audiences hated it. The action limps along slowly, the characters are remote and unsympathetic, and the filmmakers chose to blur the outer edge of the frame in every single shot. This is supposed to accentuate the claustrophic, frozen setting, but it mostly just makes you feel like you have gunk in your eyes. There are many dazzling, intriguing moments in Quintet, but it is seriously humorless and inaccessible. It makes 3 Women look like Love, Actually. You can embrace it if you want to, but it won't hug you back.

So. What does this tell us about the Five of Swords? Well, there are more cheerful cards you could draw, that's for sure. This one hints that you may have lost your ability to see yourself and your struggle objectively; for all you know, you may be totally turned around, swimming toward the bottom of the pool when you think you're actually coming up for air. The Five may warn against hubris or fatalism. It may be urging you to cut your losses and retreat -- it's possible that you're fighting an unwinnable battle, and if that's the case, it's best to face the facts while you still have time to duck out gracefully. Or perhaps it means that you've done all that you can, and it's time to accept the lessons learned and move on to the next project.

Did Altman sulk over the failure of Quintet? Not visibly -- he went on to make three movies the following year. (Including Popeye, and say what you will about it, but it's basically the anti-Quintet.) So don't lose heart -- consider retreating to the mindset of the Four of Swords, or vaulting ahead to the Six. But here, there be ice-tygers.



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10.02.2009

"I'll Probably Always Have These Ugly Scars..."


Jazmine Sullivan's single "Bust Your Windows" isn't exactly new -- it debuted a year ago on her album Fearless. But you know, I never really stopped listening to it. Sullivan's a true vocal heavyweight, and it's crushing to hear someone so young sing lines like "I gave you all of me, and you played with it" with utter conviction. So after playing it yet again yesterday morning, I decided I'd do a post about it connected to the perennially miserable Three of Swords.

Unfortunately I can't embed the video, you'll have to click here to listen to Sullivan's version. However, I can embed the version that Amber Riley performed this summer on the show Glee, which is also pretty impressive:


It's funny, I'd already cobbled together the card for this post when I stumbled across Riley's version -- I just happened to watch Ep. 4 last night during my campaign to find out what's up with this Glee show that all the young kids are tweetering about these days. Spooky coincidence!

In my previous posts about the Three of Swords, I mostly focused on self-harm, denial, isolation, and loss of awareness; these are extreme emotional reactions to the bitter truths we'd rather not face head-on. The damage we do isn't constrained to ourselves, however: We often lash out at the people whom we perceive (perhaps inaccurately) to be the source of our pain. Or if we're in a hurry, we'll settle for the convenience of punishing whomever happens to be readily available.

And because of the hell we've been through, we feel completely justified in our actions, no matter how appalling they are. Our emotions are important, but they can also be disorienting -- in a crisis they'll send people right off a cliff, and ourselves off right after them -- but Justice is more satisfying in the long term, and it can't exist without reason and impartiality.

That's what Sullivan touches upon at the end when she wails, "But why am I the one who's still crying?" She's busted those damnable windows, she wrote her initials with a crowbar, and now she's even confessed the whole thing. So why doesn't she feel any better, already?

If you're wise enough to see that revelation coming before you start wrecking, then you're in a better position than most to appreciate and heed this card's warning.


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10.01.2009

"Opposing Ideas Expressed Simultaneously..."


What do you see when you look at the rare "million to one" apple that was discovered in Devon, England? A freak of nature? A marvel of genetic variety? Perhaps all you see is a tasty snack that would be unusually easy to divide and share.

Looking at it with my Tarot glasses on, I see two opposing ideas expressed simultaneously, with a relatively harmonious outcome. This is the suit of Swords at its safest and simplest -- clear boundaries, delicately balanced priorities, seamless integration.

This could describe a condition that exists purely within, or it could describe your relationship with a rival. Either way, once this balance becomes upset for any reason, you have to enter some pretty prickly territory to regain it. The Two of Swords implores you to make your decisions carefully and discreetly with a mind toward avoiding upset for as long as possible. Try to relax into this groove and see how far it carries you. Remain cool, impartial, and just. People will think you're beating the odds in your successes, but really you are just paying attention with every fiber of your being. [Via]


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9.30.2009

"A Card To Hang From Your Doorknob While You Rest."


After looking at this collection of hotel door hangers from around the world (salvaged by Michael Lebowitz from his late grandfather's estate), I recommend that you start looking at the Four of Swords as a card to hang from your doorknob while you rest and meditate on the next (possibly critical) steps in your strategy. You may not feel like you need it, but this may be the only time you have to regather your strength and your wits before things get really serious. No one can stay sharp without occasionally sitting down for a spell and sharpening oneself.

And if you're really lucky,
maybe someone will come in and clean your room for you while you're out there fighting the good fight. Print the large version of this and see if it helps:

Swords Doorknob Hanger


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8.13.2009

"An Opportunity To Repair Imbalances..."


When SELF magazine urges you to Slim Down Your Way, they really mean their way. Take a look at the difference between Kelly Clarkson's real physique and the chop-shop version of her featured on the SELF's latest cover. In a master-stroke of irony, the accompanying interview with Clarkson boasts plenty of quotes from the singer claiming she's perfectly happy with the shape she's in.

In response to the backlash to their botched cover, SELF's editor-in-chief Lucy Danziger claimed that the retouching was intended "only to make (Clarkson) look her personal best." Danziger had lots to say about Clarkson, actually:

"She is happy in her own skin, and she is confident in her music, her writing, her singing, her performing. That is what we all relate to. Whether she is up or down in pounds is irrelevant (and to set the record straight, she works out and does boot-camp-style training, so she is as fit as anyone else we have featured in SELF). Kelly says she doesn't care what people think of her weight. So we say: That is the role model for the rest of us."

That's enough furious backpedaling to shrink practically anyone down to a size 2, and if you start contorting your logic to the point where Danziger's rebuttal actually makes sense, you'll definitely be Hot By Saturday. When the truth of the matter is so obvious, why resort to lies? Instead, SELF's bleeding hypocrisy just runs all the redder.

This is an excellent model of your brain under the influence of the Seven of Swords. If the Six represented all of your faculties operating in perfect equilibrium, then the Seven shows what happens when you start to lose your balance -- while obliviously clinging to your confidence. In your haste to make arguments, you make the wrong ones, and embarrass yourself. In your haste to win battles, you choose them foolishly, and the war is lost. Whether you've overestimated your own ability or underestimated your opposition, the outcome is the same. Here's hoping you are able to withdraw and regroup before your foot gets any further into your mouth, and that you're smart enough to do it discreetly and graciously -- making a big show of trying to bounce back will probably draw even more unfavorable attention your way.

Small mistakes and mistruths pile up quickly; your immediate impulse may be to avoid or whitewash them, but you'd be better off directing that energy toward honest evaluations and aboveboard corrections. The Seven may seem like a scold, but it's really an opportunity to repair imabalances before they become so deeply ingrained in your nature that they seem like a natural part of your identity. In the process, maybe you'll find the Motivation Secrets That Will Work For You. Hellooo, Satisfaction! [Via]


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8.12.2009

"Move The World With Your Mental Leverage..."


This spring I biked out into the furthest reaches of Queens to visit a statue I'd read about on Forgotten New York. Planted in front of City Hall in 1922, Civic Virtue failed to channel the spirit of the times, and the portrayal of a virtuous warrior trampling octopoid seductresses (meant to symbolize "civic vice") struck suffragettes as a bit off-message. After a 19 year trial period full of many complaints, the statue was exported to the newly-erected Borough Hall in 1941, which is so far from Manhattan, it might as well be in Pennsylvania.

Charmed by anything octopoid, I was determined to see and photograph the statue myself before it fell completely to ruin. In my photoset on Flickr, you can tell which details charmed me the most: a skull grasped by its face, the suckered tentacles slowly being eroded by pollution, the Black Lagoon-esque gargoyles that once spewed water into the fountain (it's now full of garbage). The best surprise waiting for me was this pair of sneakers suspended in the muck -- it takes very little imagination to wonder whether there's an actual person down there still attached to them. A warning, perhaps, to misadventurers like myself.

Regardless of whether Civic Virtue is a triumph or failure of municipal art, he makes a damned fine King of Swords. If the suit of Swords relates to reason, discernment, awareness, and conflict resolution, then the King shows the masterful application of these qualities at its finest and most effective. This is you at your sharpest, able to make war or peace with your judgments. It will require much discipline and a very strong foundation to stand upon as you move the world with your mental leverage, but the vices coiled around you will cower and despair as you rise up to do what needs to be done.

As for the sexism outcry, which persists to this day, I don't really get it. It's mythology and symbolism -- it is what it is. Justice is always portrayed as a female, is that sexist?


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7.30.2009

"Neither Eyes Nor Hands Are Free To Fulfill Their Purpose..."


In my favorite old lobotomy-drama, Suddenly Last Summer, Tennessee Williams has a doctor refer to his specialty operation as "the sharp knife in the mind that kills the devil in the soul." The line is heavy with bitter irony -- the playwright's own sister, Rose, received that very treatment when her moods and hysterics became a burden on her family. Rose's capacity was permanently limited by the operation, and Williams never forgave himself for being unable to intervene in the family's decision.

Regardless, that was the prevailing belief at the time: that making incisions into key areas of patients' brains would pacify them somehow. This concept surely owed a lot to the curious case of Phineas Gage, a railway foreman who suffered a massive brain injury in 1848 when he used the butt of a three-foot iron spike to tamp down a gunpowder charge. When the charge accidentally ignited, it blew the spike clear through his head so forcefully that when it fell to earth, it landed about 30 yards behind him.

It was downright miraculous that he survived this incident at all, but in fact Gage recovered -- mostly:

"Some months after the accident, probably in about the middle of 1849, Phineas felt strong enough to resume work. But because his personality had changed so much, the contractors who had employed him would not give him his place again. Before the accident he had been their most capable and efficient foreman, one with a well-balanced mind, and who was looked on as a shrewd smart business man. He was now fitful, irreverent, and grossly profane, showing little deference for his fellows. He was also impatient and obstinate, yet capricious and vacillating, unable to settle on any of the plans he devised for future action. His friends said he was "No longer Gage..."

This disturbed many people at the time, because it forced them to question the nature, or even the very existence, of the human soul. For a brief time, Gage toured in exhibitions along with the spike itself; later he moved to Chile and worked as a coachman, where he eventually died of seizures related to his injury. He beat impossible odds, but lived his last twelve years on earth as a stranger to everyone who had ever known him. I can see why doctors began to dream of a surgical cure for insanity, but ultimately they ran up against a far more sobering truth, one which Williams understates grimly: "Whenever you enter the brain with a foreign object... even a needle-thin knife... in the hands of the most skilled surgeon... there is a great deal of risk."

This daguerreotype of Gage is the only known photograph of him; it was uploaded to Flickr in 2007 with a bunch of other unidentified portraits, and in 2008 another Flickr member pointed out whom it appeared to be. It strikes me as incredibly sad that the only portrait of him in existence was taken after he was "no longer Gage." We all deserve to be remembered at our best, but often it's our worst that stands the test of time.

I couldn't help but think of the Nine of Swords (and flinch) while reading Gage's tale. It really puts a visceral new slant on the card's traditional imagery, that's for sure. But it also provides a very heavy metaphor for the drastic changes wrought upon us by life's misfortunes.

Afflictions and persecutions may have the potential to refine and redeem you in the long term, but in the short term they create a crisis of persepective that puts blinders on your essential humanity. Fear, pain, and pressure begin to seem more real than love, reason, or respect. Meanwhile, you're still out there in the world, trying to interact with people and act like everything's just fine. Unless you're a master at hiding your thoughts and feelings, it's probably obvious to everyone else that you're not feeling like yourself, but you can't expect them to help you when you're positively radiating unpleasantness.

You may or may not be able to change the circumstances in your life that sent you into this tailspin, but there is one thing you have control over, and are still responsible for regardless of all else: your own awareness. Pull free from fantasies of worst-case-scenarios, refuse to let your fear or melancholy manifest as procrastination, and begin to deal with the details of your life as gamely and realistically as you possibly can. Remember: when you cover your eyes with your hands, neither eyes nor hands are free to fulfill their purpose. For all you know, the exit might be right in front of you. [Via]


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7.10.2009

"A Product Of Time And Violence..."


Everything I know about praying mantises comes from either firsthand encounters, Wikipedia, or Isabella Rosselini. This week I'm adding Geoffrey Haberman to that list, because his mantis-heavy collection of insect sculptures has forever changed the way I'll appreciate these creatures. They're fiercely naturalistic -- if anything, the bolts that give the joints motion add to this effect rather than take away from it, reminding you how strangely robotic real insects are in their appearance and behavior. Each of his strangely kinetic creations seems too bizarre for our world, but like most of nature's perfect specimens, the mantis is simply a product of time and violence, an evolutionary rebuttal against the demands of its own ever-changing environment.

From one of my other reliable sources, I learned today that "Mantis" is Greek for "prophet" or "fortuneteller". I also learned that young mantises avoid being eaten by mimicking the appearance and walk of ants, which are by all accounts tough and nasty eating.

These details are just the icing on the cake that is the Prince of Swords, whom Hajo Banzhaf and Brigitte Theler describe as "...The intellectual, the eloquent individual, the technocrat, the position-changer." The Prince executes dazzling maneuvers in mid-air, steered by the twin principles of flexibility and accuracy, adapting rapidly so as to constantly gain (and keep) the upper hand. (Did I mention that mantises are able to detect bats' echolocation signals and change their own flight patterns to baffle the signal and avoid detection?)

This sort of speed and focus often come at the expense of more subtle instincts and emotions, and this is a compromise we often see (and usually accept) in our leaders, I'm sorry to say. As Rambo said in First Blood Part II, "In order to survive a war, you have to become war." This pretty much winds up eclipsing peace as an option, and this hole in the Prince's logic is his Achilles heel. Unless he evolves beyond the limitations of his insectile perspective (and he will, if he graduates to the King of Swords), then he will always be an expert warrior or craftsman but never a complete person.

Drawing this card may mean that the time is right for kicking into high gear, expecially in the short term. Keep alert and begin cultivating the discipline that you're bound to need when the action happens -- when everyone else is scrambling for cover, you'll be lopping off heads and effortlessly dodging attacks. As long as you keep reminding yourself that there's more to life than winning and being right all the time, then there's nothing wrong with sharpening your swords (or fore-limbs) and preparing for your moment of truth. [Via]


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