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By Sarah Taylor
The Knight of Wands, a youthful figure, straddles his mount. His hair, his gloves, and the horse are a fiery red, and plumes of flame spout from the top of his head and the back of his left arm. The reds are complemented by the yellows in his tunic, the leaves on the horse’s rein covers, and the desert below him. This is a card that radiates heat.
Then there are two counterpoints to the fieriness.
First, I see green on the horse’s rein covers and the five sprigs of leaves on the wand he clasps in his right hand. The heat is tempered. The horse — the means by which the Knight makes his journey, or the way that he moves through life — is not out of control. The reins lead my eyes from the Knight’s left hand to the horse’s mouth, which sits “on the bit”: it isn’t fighting the Knight, but is working for him; and the Knight’s grasp is both strong and authoritative.
Second, an expanse of sky forms the largest part of the backdrop. Blue is cool and that coolness is extended to the metallic sheen of the Knight’s armour. This particular personification of creative spirit may be intense, but there is also the presence of rationality. The sky also speaks of possibility — a cloudless blank canvass, and a lack of interference. He is a free agent, his path unimpeded.
This sense of free agency is further brought out when we take a second look at the flames on the Knight. Only his armour is on fire, and he doesn’t seem at all concerned about it. This is because the fire is as much a part of the Knight as his flame-red hair. Far from inflicting damage, this is the fire that comes from within. It is the Knight’s questing zeal as he burns up the landscape.
And what of that landscape? Along the bottom of the card runs a thin strip of desert, with pyramids at the far left. The desert is an earthly furnace; the yellow of the sands are echoed in the ragged yellow tunic, which draws my eyes to the salamanders, themselves symbols of fire.