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jonnyfalcon.bsky.social
Used Tarot + AI to cut through creative fog this week.
What came through hit hard—truth, clarity, fire.

Wrote about it on Substack. 🔗 in bio.

#Tarot #AItools #CreativeProcess #JonnyFalcon
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April 9, 2025 at 8:30 AM
miriammart.bsky.social
Another little collage inspired by The Queen of Cups from the tarot. I went for a bit of her darker energy in this piece.
2"x3" collage on wood panel.
#occulture #cutup #collage #artasalchemy #artist #magickalpractice #tarot #occultart #magick
February 22, 2025 at 2:00 AM
miriammart.bsky.social
Very cool idea! Especially, for us collage and cutup folks. #artasalchemy #cutup #collage
February 22, 2025 at 1:49 AM
miriammart.bsky.social
Another little collage inspired by the High Priestess in the tarot. Her archetype guides me everyday in my magickal practice.

2"x3" analog collage on wood panel.
#thehighpriestess #cutups #artasalchemy #collage #tarot #archtypes #collageartist #occultart #makearteveryday #magickalpractice #magick
February 22, 2025 at 1:42 AM
holyhera.bsky.social
What if you just WERE where you are for a moment?
Truly where you are in space and time.
What does that feel like? What does it sound like?

Excruciating... Exquisite. In my case, anyway.

#WritingCommunity #Poetry #Poem #ArtAsAlchemy #ShadowWork #PoetryCommunity #BlueskyPoetry
The Bittersweetness of Befores The winter is cold. My hands, always frigid. I listen to peaceful music with a man I haven’t loved in a long time. I cut carrots. He is grating the ginger for dinner. And I try to soften back into the woman who once thought this was all enough. Before I met you. Before I lost you, somehow. By Torrin Anaïs
February 3, 2025 at 4:48 AM
holyhera.bsky.social
They say to use art to tell a secret... Are you telling any secrets through yours?

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Zenith You are a piercing bolt Of electricity, From my head, Down through my feet. I feel you stretching into the ground. I feel your hands stretching up me, While I wave freely In the breeze, with the wind. You are an Ancient imprint in my DNA. Your name is carved On all of my bones. I give you eternal life Through the tips of my fingers. I make myself More inhospitable Than I was before. Perhaps it’s time There were consequences for My actions. By Torrin Anaïs
February 3, 2025 at 2:25 AM