Angela N. Hunt is creating an apocalyptic tarot by way of the Wasteland
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Disclaimer: I take pictures of naked people, very adult ideas, and my writing follows suit, but with way more profanity. If this isn't your cup of tea, um, pictures of naked people will occasionally show up below as I update this thingie with more current work. Oh, and there will often be liberal uses of the word that starts with F, among others. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Caveat emptor.

 

I am a photographer, writer, filmmaker, and artist of various odd things. Oh yeah, and I'm married and have kids and live with a very large extended family that includes too many dogs and too many cats. Okay. Only two of each. Which some days does feel like too many.

I am in the grip of a project that looks to dominate my life for the next seven to ten years. (Yeah. Maybe ten years. I'm freaking out.). The project that I am speaking of is known as Tarot Apocalyptica, a photographic series of all 78 cards of the tarot, inspired by the George Miller's Mad Max franchise and All the Things in My Head.

 
               Cannon End, 2016
               Wasteland Weekend Car Show

For example, I'm making all the over the top crazy costumes, all the accessories, and all the props to go with each and every card.  I've probably bitten off more than I can chew, but this isn't just a photo series/tarot deck.

t's a literal act of salvation.

A couple years back, 2014 to be exact, I bonked running the Los Angeles Marathon, a term that runners use to describe having a race come completely apart on us. (I like running marathons. Yes. I'm crazy.) I severely injured myself, having my right quadricep fail utterly on me at Mile 8. I finished the marathon like an idiot -- there's a separate blog entry about that -- and as a result, stopped running. One small problem. The running was literally what was keeping me sane. A few months after the marathon, I found myself...let's just say I found myself in a really really REALLY dark place, wanting to just...stop. 

I wanted to be dead.

I was trapped in the wasteland and didn't know how to find my way out. I lost my voice. I lost my heart. I lost...me. So I hied my ass straight to the doctor(s) -- there's five of them -- where they promptly diagnosed quite correctly that I was in the middle of an enormous episode of clinical depression, with a lovely side of panic disorder, for fun and profit. 


And out in this desolation, the Apocalyptica found me. Showed up, all glorious mad war rig of art, and demanded that I get in and drive. Demanded that I take what had happened to me and use it as fuel to get to my own green place. A place that might not necessarily ever be an actual physical place, or thing, and offered no guarantee ever of full healing. Because even with all we know, there's no cure for depression and chronic panic. In fact, it's often fatal. If you are horribly unlucky, eventually your own brain will kill you.


Queen of Sheba, 2016
Wasteland Weekend Car Show
I didn't want that to be me. I've got shit to do and art to make and I have a family that I love beyond words or salt. And no, it's not a cure, but if riding this V8 out of the waste finds me some form of redemption?

Time to thunder up.

 
So where are we? Vaguely here:

I have a small army of war girls and boys out in the world scouting locations and volunteering to model and or crew, so there's infrastructure in place to make this all happen. Eventually, two exhibitions will rise up out of this fire hurricane, the first at the completion of the Major Arcana, and the second at the completion of the Minor, at which point the whole kit and caboodle will be presented.

My Patreon is now for those of you who want to support me continuously through this car chase of creativity, rather than on individual campaigns. That being said, if you can only support occasionally, I recommend that you track the IndieGoGo campaigns for each specific card. You can find them here.


Tarot Apocalyptica Card Back
Also. Very important caveat. My work tends to come in binges, especially images. I can go months with nothing and then fire hose y'all with art or writing or whatever. It's literally bleeding the Hoover Dam of Art. So not only does the Patreon here support the continuing madness of recovery, it also serves as budget to acquire gear, go out on location more often, pay for studio time (my garage studio is *tiny*), and help rent whatever gear that I'd rather rent than own. In other words, keep the Apocalypitca barreling down the fury road.
               
    
A Day at the Apocalyptic Races, 2016
Wasteland Weekend Car Show
I create a LOT of content when the avalanche of ideas and art drops on my brain.  When I get on a roll, I get on a roll, so I've chosen the monthly option, rather than per image as that could get a wee bit excessive for folks if you inadvertently forgot to cap it. 


Sutro Baths, 2015
Also little known fact: I was one of the first adopters of crowdfunding before it was even called crowdfunding. Back in 2007 -- not 1997, damn it, Brain -- a group of supporters and people from Warren Ellis' The Engine cajoled me and exhorted me to not only send my art to an enormous art show in Italy, they also insisted on sending me. 


Aquaman II, DC Cosplay, 2015
Cosplay for Justice
I will never forget that act of generosity. Florence changed my life. And it was during that trip that I started my first supporters only blog. I haven't ever stopped posting to it from time to time, chronicling the projects that have lead to this years-long insanity of esoteric art. But with Patreon, I no longer have to build that infrastructure on my own. They take care of it for me, and I love them for that. So I've got practice with engaging directly with my core supporters and collecters. All of you will get the supporters only stream, where I'll talk about more nuts and bolts of how things get made, and outtakes, mostly of my children, cats, and the worst therapy dog in the world. For those of you who want things, there are supporter levels that offer prints or art reference (I take a lot of reference photos), and postcards from places I travel.  There are also supporter levels if you just want to buy me a cup of coffee or help me rent a prime lens, because dear gods, stuff!  No more stuff!  But above all, you will get to see everything first.  And in some cases, stuff that no one else will ever see but you, and ways that the sausage gets made.

It's going to be one ride historic.

WITNESS ME.

 
A 2015



Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
3 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies
Pledge $4 or more per month
3 patrons
Don't want stuff?  Well, you still get access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
Pledge $10 or more per month
6 of 30 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
I will send you random postcards/cards/notes of joy every other month (if not more often), sometimes handmade, sometimes bought at the location I'm shooting, all guaranteed to be something different than the usual.
Pledge $25 or more per month
1 of 25 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
25 un-retouched (well, sometimes they will be, because I get fussy) images from each series (and you are freaking amazing) for you to download and use in any way you see fit (this is a fellow artist favorite), just please credit the source material (me).
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$72 of $100 per month
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Disclaimer: I take pictures of naked people, very adult ideas, and my writing follows suit, but with way more profanity. If this isn't your cup of tea, um, pictures of naked people will occasionally show up below as I update this thingie with more current work. Oh, and there will often be liberal uses of the word that starts with F, among others. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Caveat emptor.

 

I am a photographer, writer, filmmaker, and artist of various odd things. Oh yeah, and I'm married and have kids and live with a very large extended family that includes too many dogs and too many cats. Okay. Only two of each. Which some days does feel like too many.

I am in the grip of a project that looks to dominate my life for the next seven to ten years. (Yeah. Maybe ten years. I'm freaking out.). The project that I am speaking of is known as Tarot Apocalyptica, a photographic series of all 78 cards of the tarot, inspired by the George Miller's Mad Max franchise and All the Things in My Head.

 
               Cannon End, 2016
               Wasteland Weekend Car Show

For example, I'm making all the over the top crazy costumes, all the accessories, and all the props to go with each and every card.  I've probably bitten off more than I can chew, but this isn't just a photo series/tarot deck.

t's a literal act of salvation.

A couple years back, 2014 to be exact, I bonked running the Los Angeles Marathon, a term that runners use to describe having a race come completely apart on us. (I like running marathons. Yes. I'm crazy.) I severely injured myself, having my right quadricep fail utterly on me at Mile 8. I finished the marathon like an idiot -- there's a separate blog entry about that -- and as a result, stopped running. One small problem. The running was literally what was keeping me sane. A few months after the marathon, I found myself...let's just say I found myself in a really really REALLY dark place, wanting to just...stop. 

I wanted to be dead.

I was trapped in the wasteland and didn't know how to find my way out. I lost my voice. I lost my heart. I lost...me. So I hied my ass straight to the doctor(s) -- there's five of them -- where they promptly diagnosed quite correctly that I was in the middle of an enormous episode of clinical depression, with a lovely side of panic disorder, for fun and profit. 


And out in this desolation, the Apocalyptica found me. Showed up, all glorious mad war rig of art, and demanded that I get in and drive. Demanded that I take what had happened to me and use it as fuel to get to my own green place. A place that might not necessarily ever be an actual physical place, or thing, and offered no guarantee ever of full healing. Because even with all we know, there's no cure for depression and chronic panic. In fact, it's often fatal. If you are horribly unlucky, eventually your own brain will kill you.


Queen of Sheba, 2016
Wasteland Weekend Car Show
I didn't want that to be me. I've got shit to do and art to make and I have a family that I love beyond words or salt. And no, it's not a cure, but if riding this V8 out of the waste finds me some form of redemption?

Time to thunder up.

 
So where are we? Vaguely here:

I have a small army of war girls and boys out in the world scouting locations and volunteering to model and or crew, so there's infrastructure in place to make this all happen. Eventually, two exhibitions will rise up out of this fire hurricane, the first at the completion of the Major Arcana, and the second at the completion of the Minor, at which point the whole kit and caboodle will be presented.

My Patreon is now for those of you who want to support me continuously through this car chase of creativity, rather than on individual campaigns. That being said, if you can only support occasionally, I recommend that you track the IndieGoGo campaigns for each specific card. You can find them here.


Tarot Apocalyptica Card Back
Also. Very important caveat. My work tends to come in binges, especially images. I can go months with nothing and then fire hose y'all with art or writing or whatever. It's literally bleeding the Hoover Dam of Art. So not only does the Patreon here support the continuing madness of recovery, it also serves as budget to acquire gear, go out on location more often, pay for studio time (my garage studio is *tiny*), and help rent whatever gear that I'd rather rent than own. In other words, keep the Apocalypitca barreling down the fury road.
               
    
A Day at the Apocalyptic Races, 2016
Wasteland Weekend Car Show
I create a LOT of content when the avalanche of ideas and art drops on my brain.  When I get on a roll, I get on a roll, so I've chosen the monthly option, rather than per image as that could get a wee bit excessive for folks if you inadvertently forgot to cap it. 


Sutro Baths, 2015
Also little known fact: I was one of the first adopters of crowdfunding before it was even called crowdfunding. Back in 2007 -- not 1997, damn it, Brain -- a group of supporters and people from Warren Ellis' The Engine cajoled me and exhorted me to not only send my art to an enormous art show in Italy, they also insisted on sending me. 


Aquaman II, DC Cosplay, 2015
Cosplay for Justice
I will never forget that act of generosity. Florence changed my life. And it was during that trip that I started my first supporters only blog. I haven't ever stopped posting to it from time to time, chronicling the projects that have lead to this years-long insanity of esoteric art. But with Patreon, I no longer have to build that infrastructure on my own. They take care of it for me, and I love them for that. So I've got practice with engaging directly with my core supporters and collecters. All of you will get the supporters only stream, where I'll talk about more nuts and bolts of how things get made, and outtakes, mostly of my children, cats, and the worst therapy dog in the world. For those of you who want things, there are supporter levels that offer prints or art reference (I take a lot of reference photos), and postcards from places I travel.  There are also supporter levels if you just want to buy me a cup of coffee or help me rent a prime lens, because dear gods, stuff!  No more stuff!  But above all, you will get to see everything first.  And in some cases, stuff that no one else will ever see but you, and ways that the sausage gets made.

It's going to be one ride historic.

WITNESS ME.

 
A 2015



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Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
3 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies
Pledge $4 or more per month
3 patrons
Don't want stuff?  Well, you still get access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
Pledge $10 or more per month
6 of 30 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
I will send you random postcards/cards/notes of joy every other month (if not more often), sometimes handmade, sometimes bought at the location I'm shooting, all guaranteed to be something different than the usual.
Pledge $25 or more per month
1 of 25 patrons
Access to the patrons-only stream of goodies.
25 un-retouched (well, sometimes they will be, because I get fussy) images from each series (and you are freaking amazing) for you to download and use in any way you see fit (this is a fellow artist favorite), just please credit the source material (me).