Bean Feasa
I adore the predominant colour of this card, the luminous blue of the draperies. I love also how a sense of liquid pervades the whole card. The figure's robes seem to pour over her body and there's a wonderful expanse of river or estuary behind her.
The city is distant, separated by water - to me this indicates that the real world has receded, we have journeyed away from it, and we're in a different reality in this card. The darkness of the city buildings echoes the aura of darkness around the figure's face, under her mantle - very mysterious. This lady could be treacherous, methinks, and yet offers silvery fruit if we brave the depths of her. The way she balances the crescent moon on her head is endearing.
When I look at this card, I can't help thinking of Kafka and his associations with Prague. Who ever wrote better about strange states of consciousness, the delusional and the surreal, which are the preserve of the Moon?
The cherub, so proud of his catch, and the homely little dog are sweet relief from the drama and strangeness of the Moon figure. Are they implying that one needs to be innocent, child-like, trusting and fearless to plumb the waters of the subconscious and grasp its treasures, represented perhaps by the crayfish?
I've written this without the book to hand, haven't read the entry on the Moon yet, so apologies if I'm repeating what's already outlined there, or equally if I'm going against it!! I'll get a chance to read it tonight (by moonlight perhaps
)and see how I've fared.
The city is distant, separated by water - to me this indicates that the real world has receded, we have journeyed away from it, and we're in a different reality in this card. The darkness of the city buildings echoes the aura of darkness around the figure's face, under her mantle - very mysterious. This lady could be treacherous, methinks, and yet offers silvery fruit if we brave the depths of her. The way she balances the crescent moon on her head is endearing.
When I look at this card, I can't help thinking of Kafka and his associations with Prague. Who ever wrote better about strange states of consciousness, the delusional and the surreal, which are the preserve of the Moon?
The cherub, so proud of his catch, and the homely little dog are sweet relief from the drama and strangeness of the Moon figure. Are they implying that one needs to be innocent, child-like, trusting and fearless to plumb the waters of the subconscious and grasp its treasures, represented perhaps by the crayfish?
I've written this without the book to hand, haven't read the entry on the Moon yet, so apologies if I'm repeating what's already outlined there, or equally if I'm going against it!! I'll get a chance to read it tonight (by moonlight perhaps