Five of Cups

(Ink on Paper; see more in the Tarot Gallery)

I was inking this, thinking about how goddamn depressing fall is, regardless of its A++ aesthetics.

So, today I made myself go for a walk with the dog in the sun and among the trees, talked to some surly teens, did some gardening, took a nice nap, hauled a bunch of wood, and then drew some more.

I cannot express how much it pisses me off that the most cliché mental health advice helps me. I want to be all unique and shit, but, no, my brain likes light, physical activity, and, dare I admit it: human interaction.

The banality of the human brain. The audacity.

Anyway: I still finished drawing this sad, sad human in the rain and started drawing some more sad, frustrated humans in the snow.

Which is the first time it’s occurred to me how little weather there is in the Tarot when, honestly, there should be a lot. I’m going to have to fight not to draw all upcoming cards as winter scenes.