I love the story of how Scheherazade rescued herself. She was the wife of a sociopathic king who would kill bride after bride on their wedding nights. She told him cliffhanging tale after cliffhanging tale about the Arabian Nights and kept herself alive until the King fell in love with her. He apparently cherished her until the end of his days but poor Scheherazade was still married to a nightmare. But she was alive and gained a measure of immortality since everyone knows her story, or at least about the Arabian Nights. All in all the tale is a perfect metaphor for the necessity of narrative in our lives. It keeps us alive. This painting is culled from one of her tales. 2000
Original watercolor on watercolor paper, framed.
The piece: 16 x 20.25 inches
The painted area: 8 x 12 inches
The frame: 19.5 x 23.5 inches