The Slow Transposition of Life

Gentlemen and Gentlewomen of the Vox Chaotica Council! AHH THIS WEEK HAS BEEN CRAZY!! (Thus the lack of posting and the delayed post—I would have gotten this up yesterday, but I was helping my sister move back down from Flagstaff...)

Most importantly (to my parents), I FINISHED FREAKING UNDERGRAD!

Let that soak in for a minute.

You feel like a sponge yet? Good.

After a full six years and 175 credit hours—usually someone takes 120 hours worth of classes—I am going to graduate with a BA in the Arts (Art Administration) major, a Russian minor, and honors. My last real class was HON 394: Myth and Mysteries of the Tarot. If that sounds fake to you, it's not; and that is exactly the reason I am so happy to have taken it. Besides the obvious: it was a phenomenal class, all sorts of fun and interesting.

THIS GUY! *Cutter points thumbs at himself, for consistency.*

So a short tangent.

At the end of my first semester of college, my last paper was for a little class called The Human Event. We had just finished reading one of the only books I cared for in the class, Dante's Inferno, and our last paper was to take the theme of Inferno and look at it through another lens—lo and behold, I chose The Legend of Zelda. I wrote a whole 5-page argumentative essay about FREAKING THE LEGEND OF ZELDA AND DANTE'S INFERNO and I thought I was the coolest kid ever.

At the end of our Tarot class, our professor gave us a five-page paper (technichally 1500 words, but it turned out to be 5 pages) where we had to take one of the Major Arcana cards and explain what art personally informs the images for us. I decided to go with II - The High Priestess, and can you guess what art form I chose?

The Good Book

Quicker than you can say, "I HATE THE WATER TEMPLE!" I was all over making Zelda the High Priestess (I mean she is Hylia—spoiler alert for those who haven't played Skyward Sword. But that has been out for four years now, so...).

Now I can say my entire college career has come full circle—but not as, like, a circle. Think about it in 3-dimensional space. Like most things in the Tarot, a return is not specifically a return to the same point—usually it is a similar place, but at a higher level. [Editor's note: that last bit was Cutter trying to make a meta joke foe those of you who have had readings. I say that like twice every reading, and I usually am bumbling over my words for all eternity.]

Anyway, that took a side trip, didn't it?

In other news, I went to the Phoenix Art Museum last Thursday—where the current main exhibition is Andy Warhol portraits. It was a delight to wander through, though Warhol's style isn't in my Top 8 (has this blog, in the whole eight months it's been around, already become outdated? Remember, kids: only YOU can prevent myspace references). But, as part of the exhibition, the Warhol foundation is continuing Warhol's collection of moving portraits—he used to sit anyone who came into his warehouse/studio and film them for three minutes and then play the footage back slightly slowed down. So I did one, and you can see mine here!

You know I would quite literally do nothing else but eat Thin Mints until I died of Thin Mint Poisoning if I had the opportunity, right?

One last note: I will be doing more Tarot readings soon—I just want to get everything over and done with graduation and commencement first. AND I will likely be integrating a new deck! The Legend Tarot Deck, based off the Arthurian cycles!

tl;dr CUTTER IS DONE WITH SCHOOL FOREVER (or maybe not. I might change my mind later)! And I had a delightful time at the Phoenix Art Museum. AND I FREAKING LOVE THIN MINTS YAAAAAAY!