It all comes back around again, from the high style of the Italian courts, to fringe culture, back to fashion.
Awhile ago I discussed conjuring up custom-made tarot cards for an elaborate practical joke. A friend teased me about my cards and “superstitions” and so I looked into engaging an artist to find a series of symbols to plant on him in escalating creepiness. The project has not come to fore.
That said, with my new interest in mixed media and collage art, I may use the blank deck I bought when I went on a magic-tricks buying binge (my inner child really kicks up with “I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant it!” when I pass sleight of hand kits in dollar stores and Marshall’s) and, once done combing magazines for Fat Chic, use the images to create a private visioning deck.