Tarot Orat
A young man in tattered clothing is poised at the edge of a flat city roof, his right foot perilously extended far beyond the edge. His eyes - one almost blank, the other very wide - are directed at an orange butterfly over his right shoulder. Behind him on the roof are a gray pigeon and a crushed, empty bottle of blue faygo (the favorite beverage of the Juggalos). The building he stands on is red brick with a black tarpaper roof; all around and behind is a cityscape, buildings in blue glass and gray stone, and factory chimneys on the horizon. The sky is yellow with swirls of orange, rippled by the rising heat from the chimneys; an orange sun is barely visible in the upper right of the card, casting five long orange rays.
The man is pale, unshaven, with traces of black paint or makeup around his eyes. He wears a colorful jester's cap with five bell-tipped points, a ragged red jacket, torn gray-blue pants (blue jeans or cargo pants?), black and green striped socks, and light brown boots with a hole worn in the sole. He clutches an open prescription pill bottle in his right hand. His left arm holds a slew of objects to his chest: a bong, a bag of marijuana, a cigarette or joint, a Playstation controller, a Tarot card (which looks like the Death card from this deck), and an envelope labeled "NEWTIES". (A quick Urban Dictionary search: "a spare Newport cigarette. sometimes used for other types of cigarettes." This may not be the exact meaning here, I'll do a little more research.)
The overall impression is of a 21st-century youth who's been so overstimulated with pop culture, video games, cigarettes and drugs that he no longer knows where he's going or what he's doing. He's lost in a hazy, surreal, and sub-real world, unbalanced (physically and mentally). Like the Playstation controller, he's unplugged, unable to direct the game of life. Ironically, the one connection he's making with the natural world - gazing at the butterfly - may be that last distraction that sends him over the edge of the roof. On the other hand...maybe that butterfly is making him pause; maybe he'll even step back.
There is plenty more to talk about in this card, but I was trying to keep the opening post as simple and literal as possible.
The man is pale, unshaven, with traces of black paint or makeup around his eyes. He wears a colorful jester's cap with five bell-tipped points, a ragged red jacket, torn gray-blue pants (blue jeans or cargo pants?), black and green striped socks, and light brown boots with a hole worn in the sole. He clutches an open prescription pill bottle in his right hand. His left arm holds a slew of objects to his chest: a bong, a bag of marijuana, a cigarette or joint, a Playstation controller, a Tarot card (which looks like the Death card from this deck), and an envelope labeled "NEWTIES". (A quick Urban Dictionary search: "a spare Newport cigarette. sometimes used for other types of cigarettes." This may not be the exact meaning here, I'll do a little more research.)
The overall impression is of a 21st-century youth who's been so overstimulated with pop culture, video games, cigarettes and drugs that he no longer knows where he's going or what he's doing. He's lost in a hazy, surreal, and sub-real world, unbalanced (physically and mentally). Like the Playstation controller, he's unplugged, unable to direct the game of life. Ironically, the one connection he's making with the natural world - gazing at the butterfly - may be that last distraction that sends him over the edge of the roof. On the other hand...maybe that butterfly is making him pause; maybe he'll even step back.
There is plenty more to talk about in this card, but I was trying to keep the opening post as simple and literal as possible.