Adam McLean's 25-lessons on the artwork of modern Tarot are available for free at this link.

A Five of Swords on a bronze Etruscan hand mirror. Though there are six blade-bearers in the image, the two central figures grasp the same blade. See a larger image at Peacay's flickr album.

It’s well-known that an author can draw Tarot cards to inspire a literary work (see James Ricklef’s Tarot Tells the Tale and Italo Calvino’s The Castle of Crossed Destinies). But does the dreaming mind draw upon Tarot archetypes to formulate a dream narrative? An intriguing example in point is the apocalyptic nightmare recounted in Frederic Tuten’s Self-Portraits: Fictions (pages 177-203); no fewer than six Tarot archetypes figure into the story, in the following order:

• The Lovers
• Death
• The Tower
• The Hermit
• The Hanged Man
• The Fool

We’ve worked the pertinent quotations into a mini deck of Tarot card images. If you aren’t familiar with Tuten’s dream narrative, you're in the perfect position to objectively read the spread of Tarot archetypes drawn by his subconscious. What story behind the story is lurking in the shadowy recesses of Tuten’s dormant mind? If you’re intrigued to learn about the context of these archetypes, see Tuten’s chapter entitled “The Park on Fire,” one of several anecdotes comprising what author Cynthia Ozick calls “an amazing, glittering, glowing, Proustian, Conradian, Borgesian, diamond-faceted, language-studded, myth-drowned Dream.”

Here's the link to our card images.

Elizabeth of York, queen consort of Henry VII, is immortalized on card decks as the Queen of Hearts, holding a Tudor Rose.

A Devil from The Philistine, Dec. 1906.

As above, so below:
An Arch-Druid, depicted in Charles Knight's
Old England: A Pictorial Museum (1845)

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall.
—Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child's Garden of Verses

(Image by tutincommon. See full size here.)

Photo by Robert Doisneau, via.

Saint Columba (left) looks out from Oronsay, Inner Hebrides.

"I stood with my back against the forest, stood there on a giant cliff, years above the spreading fires, and the dying rubble below, my eyes searching everywhere for dawn." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions