Scheherazade
The Hierophant
Fill me with light, so the dark can't see me…
In a rainy back alley, amidst puddles of pink neon, a figure lays slumped against a wall.
Frazzled salarymen walk past her and sneer.
When the footsteps cease, she smiles softly, and reaches into her hiding spot.
Wrapped in machine printed silk… her tome awaits. It clicks into place through an oiled quarter inch jack in her head.
The world begins to flicker, and she tastes the tart sizzle of static in her mouth.
The world grows warm with mulled wine, old books, and mountain air. Somehow at the same time, and somehow the way it’s always been…
Scheherazade in a reading is cause to examine your relationship with the humanities: the cultural mortar that holds our collective lives together.
Do they inspire or move you?
Did you become a wretch in the eyes of the secular or contemporary world? Almost as quickly as you grew to not value it? In direct contrast to Galatea (The Magician) who represents the self above all, Scheherazade represents the influence of these external influences in a vacuum.
The relevance of the self is in question.
Maybe the world as-should-be has something to teach us, that the world as-is cannot?
But even 1001 tales—endless values, virtues, and insights. If they only exist as abstractions, how influential should they be?
Not a loaded question, in a world that seems to not learn from its mistakes.
But when is our own life worth reading? And when should our own eyes, experiences, and desires become the teacher?
All art is fully handmade, and silkscreened by hand, by the artist. Fine art prints are printed on Stonehenge cotton rag, numbered, signed, and embossed with printmark.
T-shirts are unisex sizing, and sustainably printed with water-based, or discharge ink (depending on the color). Prints may contain distressing or registration drift within a level acceptable for the medium.
© Minerva Press. 2024.
Scheherazade
The Hierophant
Fill me with light, so the dark can't see me…
In a rainy back alley, amidst puddles of pink neon, a figure lays slumped against a wall.
Frazzled salarymen walk past her and sneer.
When the footsteps cease, she smiles softly, and reaches into her hiding spot.
Wrapped in machine printed silk… her tome awaits. It clicks into place through an oiled quarter inch jack in her head.
The world begins to flicker, and she tastes the tart sizzle of static in her mouth.
The world grows warm with mulled wine, old books, and mountain air. Somehow at the same time, and somehow the way it’s always been…
Scheherazade in a reading is cause to examine your relationship with the humanities: the cultural mortar that holds our collective lives together.
Do they inspire or move you?
Did you become a wretch in the eyes of the secular or contemporary world? Almost as quickly as you grew to not value it? In direct contrast to Galatea (The Magician) who represents the self above all, Scheherazade represents the influence of these external influences in a vacuum.
The relevance of the self is in question.
Maybe the world as-should-be has something to teach us, that the world as-is cannot?
But even 1001 tales—endless values, virtues, and insights. If they only exist as abstractions, how influential should they be?
Not a loaded question, in a world that seems to not learn from its mistakes.
But when is our own life worth reading? And when should our own eyes, experiences, and desires become the teacher?
All art is fully handmade, and silkscreened by hand, by the artist. Fine art prints are printed on Stonehenge cotton rag, numbered, signed, and embossed with printmark.
T-shirts are unisex sizing, and sustainably printed with water-based, or discharge ink (depending on the color). Prints may contain distressing or registration drift within a level acceptable for the medium.
© Minerva Press. 2024.