I'm back with new art, and feelin' good about it. I'm now on a new computer, and chugging away. Her name is Pixie, after Pamela Colman Smith's nickname. My former desktop, Lovelace, has sadly passed away, her final moments being marked by a burst of sparks and smoke from her motherboard.
The Queen of Cups: The Therapist
Those of you who have been following along since the beginning may recall that I shot the reference for this card back in July of last year. I've made this the first card from the suit of Cups, so as to get it done in time for the model's 80th birthday party this weekend. Happy birthday, Marcy!
The Queen of Cups represents the role of water in the context of water; the emotional center of the court cards. She is kind, affectionate and comforting. She is perfectly accepting - receiving others without judgement of any kind, and stands for calm reflection and introspection. She is the queen of the still pond, the surface of which is a mirror. The Queen's own nature is hard to grasp, for when you gaze into her depths, you only see yourself.
Representing this card as a therapist was an easy decision, and I'm happy to be able to honor that role in my set; without the help of a therapist in my formative years, I would not be the relatively well-adjusted man I am now. The surrealistic direction that I was drawn to, in bringing the koi pond into the office, feels appropriate to the dreaminess that is an essential part of this suit. I'd like to continue that theme throughout the Cups, where appropriate. This color palette, full of warm brown and cool blue also feels like a good starting place, as we depart from the strong greens and golds of the suit of disks.
I'm particularly struck with this card, remembering all of the strange little private stories that each texture I use carries. The wood of the tray is a scan of my grandfather's old desk. The printer is the aluminum case for a Palm V organizer I owned in the late 90's. The base texture of the water comes from some shampoo I photographed for a friend's website design many years ago. The textile pattern I dressed Marcy in is from origami paper that my wife bought for her own papercraft projects, her blouse is a photograph of some whipped cream I spread in a baking dish earlier this week for just this pupose. Sometimes it feels like the palette I'm using is the half-remembered bits of my own strange life, and I like the thought that those odd details of my recollection live on in this new form, totally unrecognizable from where they began.