#74 SEVEN of PENTACLES HQ Giclee/Print
The young Witch practices her spells in the factory garden. Sticking a black tree with a rusty nail, she evaluates the growth of her skill. A large drop of blood oozes from the puncture wound and slowly drips down the slick bark. The red stained grass at the roots indicates that she has performed this painful ritual many times before. Seven small pentacles bloom from the tree’s once dead branches, giving the Witch the incentive to persist with her studies. As her power matures, the tree will yield grander gifts in greater abundance.