Today, I drew the second card - this is not a deck for every day, and I don't know yet how to connect it to my life. The cards are witty and give insight into the art they relate to and to life in general, less insight into my life. But since art is such a big part of my life, that's actually great.
On Sunday, I had Le Corbusierr - I'm a bit ambivalent about him, I must confess.
Today, poor old Edvard Munch with his traumata, obsessions and fears.
Just today, in an online lesson about Neo-Classicism, I showed Munch's re-interpretation of Jacques-Louis David's Death of Marat - of course, Munch saw it as sexual aggression of the aggressive woman (clearly Tulla Larsen) against the helpless, wounded male (himself). I can't really stand his fin-de-siecle suspicion of The Female but I value his empathy for pain.
Both cards are very well done, really great.
Theory makes perfect, practice makes problems is really a life's motto for me
I always prefer theory to practice!
And Scream into a canvas, not a pillow is just what I actually plan to do. I've been drawing less and crocheting more again since learning of a baby-to-be-born in my very close family, and crochet is often a much-loved substitute for more expressive or daring art. But I'm on my way back to the realms of art making and I take this as sentence as encouragement.
I prefer these wry little gems a thousand times to any marshmallow affirmation a la Doreen Virtue.