Tuesday as Sunday
Your Tuesday is your Sunday, because on Sundays you work and on Tuesdays you relax, but Tuesday being Tuesday, that is, Mars day, you need action. You do the rounds for the art you always covet and then go, ‘should I, or should I not?’
Being Zen you realize that there's no should, as this modal verb doesn’t exist in your vocabulary since it always points to what you must. What do the cards say? The Tower, the Priestess, and Justice. Do the Fool and Don’t Do Judgment.
I read the visual message for the imperative in this way: the institution has gone bankrupt because the artist has issues. Your task is to assess the damage and let Justice bring you the thing, 'as you deserve it,' the Empress insists in the wings, ‘and while it still exists.’
The Wheel at the top with the Baka himself, the idiot, sitting atop, seems to enforce this message. If the Lovers turn the Wheel, then the art must enter my house, quietly and without any trumpeting circus about it. I want to still think about it, but Death in the surprise position urges me to consider one of the two skulls on display, the same head that Justice carries, the thing I want.
So maybe I should, or was it, I must? I think I must. Though now I’m also thinking about my day of rest. Perhaps resting on Tuesdays is not a good idea, especially not when Mars is ruled by Venus, the one invested in the arts and beauty and sublime artists who make something that makes you lose it, and then faint.
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Cards: Baka Tarot, now available as a standard edition.
Ceramics & linen: Karatsu Nanban Yakishime wood firing of cup and plate by Yuichi Romita. Vintage hagi ware from the Daikasan kiln. Handmade runner by my grandmother, woven in the 50s.