Posted tagged ‘Universal Waite Tarot’

Ace of Pentacles/Coins Across Decks

August 27, 2014

I saw in my statistics page that someone had come to my site searching for images of the Ace of Coins. I thought to myself that this might make an excellent study.

Danger, danger, hours later after searching through dozens of decks and scanning, adjusting, rotating and labelling in Photoshop, I’m a bit punchy. When you’re in a funk, nothing helps like a bit of sorting, categorization, and organization. This was more than a bit, but hey it made for a keenly interesting day.

Dealing mostly with the Rider-Waite model (here used in the Universal Waite deck) I decided that there were three kinds of imagery with this card: the classic “hand of God” approach; the figurative approach related to the theme like in the Golden Tarot; and the pattern and shape decorated or changed similar to a pip in transformation playing cards, like in this marvelous Ace of Pentacles in the Sun and Moon.

In this study I am ignoring the figurative approach, and looking more at the other two.

 

THREE MODELS

Ace1

THE HAND OF GOD APPROACH

Ace2

I don’t see too many people using the Fradella deck but it’s one of my favourites.

PAGAN PENTACLES AND GROWING THINGS

Ace3

COINS OF THE REALM

Ace4

PLANET EARTH

Ace5

BUDDHA AND THE THIRD EYE

Ace6

ANCIENT STANDING STONES

Ace7

PATTERNS AND SHAPES

Ace8

 

Ace9

SO UNIQUE THEY CAN’T BE CATEGORIZED

Ace10

I’ve talked about that Universal Fantasy card before, it reminds me so much of an old brooch.

So that’s it, about 8 hours of work and 39 decks!

 

 

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I Knew That Pig Eraser Would Come in Handy

June 23, 2008

Daily Draw June 24th, 2008

IX SWORDS

She is terrified that her new photo holder made from a black pig eraser and gunmetal-coloured 18-gauge wire will not hold the card. Pig is aghast that she hasn’t heard of The Legend of the Black Pig.

THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK PIG

Many years ago there were no black pigs in the world and young girls often felt the whisper of worryswords hanging over their heads while trying to sleep under patchwork quilts. One day all the small, pink pigs were snuffling through the forest trying to find some delicious mushrooms when a raven flew overhead. They squealed at the raven because he was blocking their light (they were really tiny, pink pigs and couldn’t see too far), and the raven grew frustrated with their focus on food rather than the intellectual soaring and exploration that he was fond of.

So he breathed on them and turned them black, and they could see even less in the forest after that, so lost their focus on food and decided to become rune masters in a meadow surrounded by ash trees. The pigs made lots of runes for humans who came to the meadow for advice and brought their porcine friends carrots and potatoes to eat in payment, and many young girls then went home feeling much safer and encouraged in life and stopped worrying needlessly about swords and made more patchwork quilts for their trousseaus, and thus attracted men of fortitude and personal power who valued industry and thriftiness in a future wife.

After that the black pigs multiplied and became a common sight. Even today, black pigs are about in the world solving problems and thinking for themselves and coming up with cutting edge solutions to human worry. This fellow dutifully bears his responsibility knowing that power always comes from within.