Eight Tarot, Oracle, & Playing Card Decks For Gothic Art Lovers

Wisdom of the Raven Oracle

 

Shadowy, swift ravens dispensing deep life wisdom. A 52-card deck featuring all original art by J Edward Neill. If you love ravens, crows, & corvids, this deck is perfect for you!

Additional details are HERE.


Haunted Cat Tarot

 

A full 78-card tarot deck with a surreal, shadowy feline art theme. All the darkest cats packed into one lustrous deck. Featuring the suits of Chalices, Moons, Tombs, & Staves. If you love cats and tarot, this is the deck for you!

Additional details are HERE.


Spirits & Shadows Oracle

 

An intuitive 52-card oracle deck in which card readers divine their own personal meanings from each card. Features colorful, sometimes surreal artwork. Creatures, landscapes, and serene and often shadowy realms. Spirits & Shadows is the very first of J Edward’s card decks.

A full primer is HERE.


Dreams & Incarnations Oracle 

 

A 52-card deck focused on dream meanings and the archetypes/incarnations we wish to become, Dreams & Incarnations is an intuitive, spiritual deck meant to illuminate our truest selves. Featuring J Edward’s most surreal artwork yet, with plenty of moons, shadowy creatures, and colorful landscapes.

A crash course introduction is HERE.


Shadow Journey Tarot

 

A deep and serious tarot deck, Shadow Journey echoes the journey we must all take in life. Artistically, it follows the adventures of a lone shadow girl as she wanders through strange, dark, and surreal realms in search of herself. She’ll meet plenty of friends (Skelly) and foes (Cloaks) along her way. This is our newest, deepest tarot deck.

More details are HERE. 


Fearless Familiars Oracle

 

The darkest cats are our greatest guardians, or so goes this deck. Features 52 cards with more dark feline art. The theme here is protection and empowerment, with each cat urging you to be the most powerful version of yourself. Fearless Familiars is meant to be used in tandem with Haunted Cat Tarot, but can also be used alone.

More details are HERE. 


Playing Card Decks 

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Cryptic

52 shadowy, gothic, otherworldly cards in a sturdy box. Includes 2 gargoyle joker cards. Introduce a little darkness to your poker table tonight!

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Raven’s Soul

   Featuring 52 ravens, crows, and shadowy magpies painted by J Edward Neill, this is the poker deck of its kind. Take your game nights to a new artistic level with Raven’s Soul playing cards.

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Cross Stitch Designs by J Edward Neill

Finally…

I’ve allied with Unconventional X Stitch to bring you a multitude of my art in cross-stitch form.

All my favorite & most popular designs are available.

Cats, crows, witches. Snakes, trees, and surreal ‘scapes. Everything…

For PDF patterns, please head HERE. 

For complete cross-stitch kits, go HERE.

Or…just smash the picture below.

Happy stitching!!


Shadow Journey Tarot is Here!

Now Available!!

Shadow Journey Tarot

An All New Tarot Deck by J Edward & Heather Neill


The Shadow Journey tarot deck contains 78 cards, and features all-new original artwork by J Edward Neill.

Skeletons, Shadowy Ladies, Dark Figures, Surreal Landscapes – The theme of the deck: Journeying from innocence into completeness.

The deck ships in a lux box with full artwork. It’s now available HERE. 

The guidebook for The Shadow Journey tarot is available both online and in physical form. For those with e-readers, guidebooks will be available on Amazon Kindle. For those who prefer physical guidebooks, they’ll be available at Amazon (Prime w/ fast shipping) right HERE.

 Free PDF guidebooks with full art are available here: Shadow Journey Guidebook

Also…a series of six special edition 5 x 10 prints is available (including full tarot card text) to celebrate the deck release. Check the prints out HERE.

Questions? Contact J Edward at his Facebook art page here.


The Spirits & Shadows Oracle Deck – Coming Soon!

The Spirits & Shadows Oracle Deck

An Intuitive Card Deck by Heather and J Edward Neill


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NOW AVAILABLE!!

 


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The Spirits & Shadows oracle deck contains 52 cards, featuring original artwork by J Edward Neill.

Cats, owls, crows… Skeletons, towers, otherworldly landscapes… The theme of the deck: personal challenges and powerful hopes.

The deck ships in a white lux box.

As an intuitive deck (readers are encouraged to find their personal meaning using the artwork) the guidebook is primarily online. For those with e-readers, a guidebook is available on Amazon Kindle. For those who prefer physical guidebooks, they’ll be available at Amazon (Prime w/ fast shipping) for just $5.99.

The deck is now available. Get yours HERE. 

Future expansion decks, including a Dream Symbolism expansion already in the works, will be released using the same card back. (Meaning they can be shuffled into Spirits & Shadows and used at the same time if desired.)

Spirits & Shadows is available at Etsy – ShadowArtFinds. Individual decks, as well as discounted reseller bundles, are available.

Also…a series of six special edition 8 x 10 prints will be available (including full oracle card text) to celebrate the deck release. Available here.

Questions? Contact J Edward at his Facebook art page here.

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ShadowArtFinds Presents – Mounted Canvas Giclees

Hi there, art lovers.

Do you love art prints, but not so much framing?

Do you prefer art that arrives at your door ready to hang?

Did you want an original painting, but it sold before you could snare it?

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To address all of this, I’ve created a new option of art prints in my store.

Mounted canvas giclees.

What are they?

Well…

They’re gorgeous, gallery-quality canvas giclee prints stretched on a sturdy 5/8″ wooden frame.

If you want the feel of an original canvas painting, but the price of the original is too hefty, these are for you!

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Want yours?

Click the pic and be spirited away…

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The Dead Hand Podcast feat. J Edward Neill & Andrew Hall

Hello everyone.

Photographer and podcast wizard Andrew Hall recently reached out to J Edward Neill about appearing on a Dead Hand Radio podcast.

They originally planned to discuss the Cold War and its history, but quickly derailed themselves.

Instead of a history discussion, they talked at length about J Edward’s art, books, life, and influences.

So…

If you want to learn entirely too much about J Edward 🙂 …here’s your chance.

Click the link below and enjoy.

My Multifarious Take on Coronavirus and Artistic Isolation

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See that guy in the desert?

That’s me.

Sort of.

Ok. Not really. I honestly just liked the image.

My calendar, the one in my kitchen with the Hubble photos, the stars, and the big, red, fiery galaxy, says today is April something or other. The year 2020. It suggests today rests in the heart of spring. That, today being a weekday, I should be off at my corporate day-job, and that instead of sitting in the quiet gloom of my peaceful little house, I should be pounding my life away in a turbulent office, selling machines to men I’ve never met.

But no.

I’m here. At home. Working. Writing. Painting. Listening to the birds. Watching my cat, Bacon, scale the woodshed. Waiting for my son to thump down the stairs and ask for his morning breakfast of apples and Cocoa Pebbles.

I gotta say…

This isn’t how I expected this year to begin.

And honestly, I’m torn about how it’s going. Like a piece of paper. Right down the middle. Half a sheet wants the quarantine to end tomorrow (but not for life to return to normal.) The other half wants this situation, this peace, to last…forever.

I should probably explain.

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Part I – The Day Job

You see…it’s like this. The corporate life I described, the selling of industrial machines…it’s been my life for twenty years now. Every day, I abandon (I mean, used to abandon) the comforts of my little house to journey across a major city, drop my son off at school, snare meals when I could, and park my butt in the same chair in the same office, doing the exact same work I’ve always done.

Soulless work, as it happens.

Machines. Metal. Money.

Profitable? Yes.

Stressful? Extremely.

Easily performed from the comfort of my kitchen? Absolutely.

And so now I ponder…

All the years I’ve put in, all the hours in traffic, all the money thrown toward fuel, meals on the go, daycare, school…

All the time lost, the driving, the wear and tear on my trusty car, the exhaustion, the working all day just to collapse in a heap and do it all over the next day…

Because of Coronavirus, because of a disease which has disrupted the flow of everything, suddenly I’m awake. I’m alive. I’m breathing. I’m at home, doing my work in a pool of sunshine, dressed comfortably, glancing out the window at a car I haven’t had to refuel in a month, peering over at my son as he merrily reads his first Tolkien novel – The Hobbit.

Again…this is not what I expected.

As I sit here, basking in soft music, I ask myself – what have I been doing all these years? Why, if I could’ve been doing this work at home (I could have…and been far more productive than while in a distant office) have I garbage-canned two decades of life? Why have any of us, with our wifi, laptop computers, and cell phones, played this absurd game?

I don’t have the answers.

But I do know this:

Now, instead of arriving home after dark every night, a hungry child in tow, an empty bank account, my gas tank on ‘E’, and my shoulders sagging…

…I paint.

To be fair, I’ve always painted. Always. On weekends. During holidays. I took entire vacation weeks, not to leave the house for a sandy beach, but to lock myself indoors and make art. Or write books. Or both.

And now, I paint every day. Without losing hours to a daily commute, I’m free to step away from my corporate work at day’s end and immediately begin creating. Suddenly, what was once weekend adventuring has become my primary source of everything. Income. Happiness. Stress relief. Freedom. I’ve regained a huge chunk of my life. I feel alive.

…because of Coronavirus.

Yes, that same thing which has killed tens of thousands, that disease which fills the supermarkets with Coronazombies, has somehow become a boon to me. And that’s a little messed up, isn’t it? That I should experience a renaissance while thousands of others are struggling. That I should be at peace while my neighbors just up the street can’t pay their mortgage.

A better man might feel guilty. He might look at himself in the mirror and say, “Your peace of mind comes at the price of others’ pain.”

But I don’t have it in me. I can’t feel guilt for no longer wanting to participate in the corporate merry-go-round of work-sleep-work. If I could (and I may yet find a way) I would give a portion of my pay to those who actually need to go into work. To the builders. The makers. The laborers. They should make more. And maybe when this is over, they will. But for me, who can literally do my work while loincloth-clad and sitting atop a grassy hill in the middle of nowhere, I question the whole point of offices. Of cubicles. Of traffic. Of executives flying across the world every day…when the meeting could’ve just been an email.

It’s madness.

And I’m grateful to, at least for the moment, have escaped it.

I’m just sorry it took a pandemic to make this possible.

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Part II – Love Distance Love

In case I made it seem like it’s all strawberries and cream, allow me to elucidate.

It isn’t.

There’s a girl, you see.

And she lives 770 miles away.

It’s how life goes, isn’t it? For every see there’s a saw. For every up, a down. In this case, for as fortunate as I’ve been to awaken to a better life because of the quarantine, I’ve been unlucky in this crucial way.

I have no way of seeing the love of my life.

For many reasons, it’s impossible right now. Her city and mine have enforced rigorous lockdowns. We both have children who need us to stay put. While I’m locked away in artistic hermitude with my one son, she’s virtually imprisoned with her entire family, seven people, in a small rural household.

In the best of times, long-distance love is hard. Actually, hard isn’t the word. I prefer the term ‘routinely heartbreaking.’ The one person I want to see more than any other (my son notwithstanding) is the one person I can’t get to. Folks online wisecrack that their marriages might not endure the quarantine, that they might go insane spending all day with their spouse, their kids, their domestic life…and here I am, wishing I could just have a few hours, a few days, a quick break in the fabric of Corona-tude in which to hold hands with my love.

So for all my pontificating about how legendarily wonderful it is to have escaped corporate servitude, I’m torn. Like paper. In half.

With the pandemic, I’m free to live, to breathe, to exist outside the wasteful and traffic-riddled rituals of office life.

But with the quarantine, I can’t do the one thing I most desire.

I can’t look her in the eyes. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not likely for a long, long while.

I used to joke with her that we were like a military couple. One of us would get a moment’s leave from our batallion and use it to spend a few days with the other. But now it feels like a war has broken out, and that the best we can do is to write each other letters from distant battlefields. Words on a page, photos on a phone…they’re quite lovely, yet hardly a substitute for a moonlit walk, a kiss, or a shared meal.

First-world problems, right? That’s what I tell myself. People are out there struggling to pay their bills, mourning the loss of loved ones, and dying…and I’m sitting here in shorts, working from the most pleasant office in the world, soaking up the morning sun.

But even so…

…this strange balance of good fortune and heart-rending separation…

…I won’t say it’s easy.

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Part III – Artistic Liberation

Ultimately, all this time alone might be accidentally ideal.

If I can’t yet see my girl, and if corporate life doesn’t have to be its typically grueling thing for the moment, I have but one choice…

Create.

More than ever before.

It’s been three weeks so far. Three weeks of isolation from everyone in the world except an eight-year old boy (who, much to my amazement, is a quiet, thoughtful bookworm.)

Three weeks of artistic hermitude.

And it promises to last a while longer.

While the world ruminates, and while everyone who’s not me craves a swift return to normal societal life (‘Why?’ I would ask) I’ve essentially started an art commune. In my kitchen and garage. For one. Paintings are flying off my brush, and flying off my walls. Thank goodness for art-lovers, collectors, and people who support local business. With their support, I’ve reached a joyous place.

I get to create.

I get to support myself with my creations.

I get to improve my craft, and enjoy the sort of peace I haven’t felt since…ever.

When corporate life reboots (And being the capitalistic nature of America, it will) I won’t have to go back. I’ll have a choice. With the strange set of circumstances surrounding Coronavirus, and the partial crumbling of yesteryear’s surprisingly fragile economy, I’ve been impossibly fortunate. I’m as grateful as one human can be. I also feel a sense of great responsibility, not to rest on my laurels and soak up the freedom, but to work harder than ever. To paint more. To write better books. To educate my son without indoctrinating him. To make no waste. To leave a tiny footprint (carbon or otherwise) on the world.

To both thrive and honor this existence.

So…

Yes, maybe I am the guy in the desert. Maybe I really am striding alone atop a sandy dune.

But it’s ok.

Despite everything, I count myself as one of the luckiest guys in the universe.

However, if anyone wants to kidnap my girl and bring her to me, the first ten paintings are free…

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Goodreads Giveaway – The Fall of Castle Carrick – A Thrilling Suspense Novel

Enter here for a chance to win one of 100 copies of The Fall of Castle Carrick!

Alex O’Riley has always tried not to fit in. In his simple life, at his tiny house, he paints quiet masterpieces while living as a hermit. But with one phone call from a brash New York lawyer, Alex learns he’s inherited Castle Carrick, the grandest fortress in Northern Ireland. At Carrick, strange and dark events begin to swirl ever closer to Alex, turning his hoped-for quiet life inside out.
Now, he must decide: flee from Ireland and give up his inheritance…or embrace the dark power which compels him to paint wondrous, yet terrifying things.

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The Fall of Castle Carrick by J. Edward Neill

The Fall of Castle Carrick

by J. Edward Neill

Giveaway ends March 21, 2020.

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Goodreads Giveaway – The Moon is Forever – A poetry book

Love.

Sorrow.

Hope.

Heartbreak.

Poetry of the Night contains powerful, expressive poems, each diving deep into individual life experiences

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The Moon is Forever - Poetry of the Night by J. Edward Neill

The Moon is Forever – Poetry of the Night

by J. Edward Neill

Giveaway ends January 16, 2020.

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A Giveaway for Readers and Art Lovers

Book lovers…

Art collectors…

Humans…

Here’s what’s up.

If you buy any one of the following four books, I’ll send you a free art print of your choice. No restrictions. Any art print from my catalog you like.

I’ve got a fun conversation-starting book, a sci-fi thriller, a futuristic novella, and a dark dystopian tale.

All you have to do?

Look me up on any of my social media accounts (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram) show me a proof of purchase for the book, and the art print is all yours.

Same-day shipping. Free. US residents only.

The books?

Right here:

The art prints?

Go HERE. 

See you soon.

J Edward Neill

Coming this November – The Fall of Castle Carrick

Alex O’Riley has always tried not to fit in. In his simple life, at his tiny Savannah house, he paints quiet masterpieces while living as a hermit.

But with one phone call from a brash New York lawyer, Alex learns he’s inherited Castle Carrick, the grandest castle in all of Northern Ireland.

And while at Carrick, strange and dark events begin to swirl ever closer to him, turning his hoped-for quiet life inside out.

Now he must decide: flee from Ireland and give up his inheritance…or embrace the dark power which compels him to paint wondrous, yet terrifying things.

The Fall of Castle Carrick, a tumultuous, suspenseful novel about an artist and the dark powers wreaking havoc upon his soul.

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The Fall of Castle Carrick

Coming (very) soon…