I probably painted this box sometime between 25 and 30 years ago. It’s one of several boxes that contain Tarot cards. I’m never positive which deck is in which box, so it’s always fun to randomly pull a box from the shelf and open it.
This one holds Matt Myers’s Art Nouveau Tarot, which I likely have had longer than the box. My box says it was copyrighted in 1989, though I found an online publication date of 1987, so maybe it’s been around that long.
I always thought the human faces on it looked like music video stars of the 1980s. I haven’t done a reading for myself in a while, so maybe when I take a writing break today, I’ll ask the deck something about my work in progress.
The books I’m writing now involve one set of characters. In future books, the next set of characters are different but somewhat connected to that first set. In the second group, one of my characters who has many talents illustrates her own Tarot deck. The deck contains a romantic mystery that even she doesn’t understand.
At first glance, I mis-read the title as “Magical Feces” and saw a small wooden box.
Meanwhile stray cats have turned the patch of sand in front of my apartment’s bedroom window into their own personal borderless litter box.
As we used to say about our conversations around the lunch table at one of my former jobs, “Why does everything always come back to shit?”