Snap on some gloves, snag a probe + scalpel and lets dissect this exquisite corpse.
Let’s start with the title: on-brand overwrought wordplay. Staged among the primal miracles of liminal seashore stone arches, Frederick Sandys’ Morgan commands her concentration on her elevated spellwork. Her placement and select environment are intentional, magick and life are both most potent where worlds meet and comingle.
The silver-gilt square mandorla behind her is a garden of foxglove, a known remedy and poison, depending on dose and means of application. Hearty cackles were had while taking this cutting from the Time-Life Mysteries of the Unknown volume on witches. A delightful tome. Morgan’s sinister power fans out into the spiritual world through a diamond flared emerald lighting her way in her works. Choose your own interpretational adventure via cursory legends surrounding emeralds.
Behind her ceremonial ritual, the clockwork constellation of Virgo extends rightful beneficence and rational order out unto the material planes, the celestial heaven’s bearing witness to Morgan’s intercession.
The substrate is a painted leaf from a Butt Magazine wall calendar. Its a cheeky shade of pink, reminiscent of the Financial Times. Worry not, I have many more remaining pages at hand. A winning combination of cobalt blue and gold astrological motifs provide a deckled collar along the exterior edges, hemming in something of a thought-form prayer regarding truth, intervention, and greater social justices.
SEE YOU, SPACE COWPOKES…