Bean Feasa
The woman in this card cuts a striking figure in her colourful robes. She stands out against the card's streetscape, barefoot in her exotic plumage. Is this why she has to leave it all behind? Is she looking for somewhere, some place or situation or way of life, or even set of beliefs where she will fit in naturally, where her clothes or lifestyle won't seem out of place?
For some reason the light in the card strikes me as morning light - that pale blue that comes just after dawn. So is that moon a cold, early-morning slice of moon? The day of departure has dawned and she's been forced to recognise this and act accordingly.
The neatness of the six soldierly cups left standing on the steps behind tells us she tried hard to make this place, this situation, work, tried to tidy it up, keep it upright, make it all look good. But the fallen cup and the one she still holds seem to imply she's just been struck by the realisation that it just isn't working out and that she has no choice but to move on.
As the book points out the woman is sombre but not necessarily unhappy. I would go so far as to say there's even a hint of relief about her. She's already almost forgotten the final cup she holds in her hand - somehow I imagine she's just about to drop it - as she looks off to her left, to a new day and a new direction altogether.
For some reason the light in the card strikes me as morning light - that pale blue that comes just after dawn. So is that moon a cold, early-morning slice of moon? The day of departure has dawned and she's been forced to recognise this and act accordingly.
The neatness of the six soldierly cups left standing on the steps behind tells us she tried hard to make this place, this situation, work, tried to tidy it up, keep it upright, make it all look good. But the fallen cup and the one she still holds seem to imply she's just been struck by the realisation that it just isn't working out and that she has no choice but to move on.
As the book points out the woman is sombre but not necessarily unhappy. I would go so far as to say there's even a hint of relief about her. She's already almost forgotten the final cup she holds in her hand - somehow I imagine she's just about to drop it - as she looks off to her left, to a new day and a new direction altogether.