Talk about a major undertaking.

Tina has been reading tarot cards since I met her and, strangely, I’ve never requested to have my own reading done. I think its because I respect the cards, and her skill, but prefer the whole ignorance-is-bliss mentality. Regardless, I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of tarot cards. My mom said her childhood friend used to be able to do readings with a standard deck of 52 cards. HBO’s Carnivale featured a sexy little Sophie (Clea DuVall)—whom I once saw drinking coffee in a Parisian café—performing eerie readings to the rest of the cast while her catatonic mother watched on. I’m certain that nearly everyone has some mental picture of the 10 of Swords; a man laying in a field with dozens of swords sticking obliquely out of his chest.

Well, there’s actually 79 cards, of which I drew and inked about half. Mike did the remaining half. We hoped to have these printed duplex on ultra-white cardstock and fitted into a black leather carrying case for Tina’s birthday. With any luck, we’ll have them printed and finished within the next two weeks.