In a Pre-Raphaelite mood a while back, I cooked up this image, based on an Indian version of the Bluebeard story. (You know Bluebeard. He tells his new wife: "Don't open this door. This door. Right here. See this door? This one. With the bright...shiny...handle...Oh, by the way, I'm leaving town, here's the key. Don't open it, now. Remember." To no one's great surprise, she opens the door and find the bodies of the six previous wives.) In the Indian version, however, a woman marries a tiger, and I always thought the tiger got the short end of the stick. Gee. He eats people? Well, he's a frickin' TIGER! What did you expect?! How many vegan tigers do you know? Idiot. So when I painted this, my sympathy was entirely with the tiger, which is why he has a sort've besotted expression, and there's something a little malicious in the woman's smile.
Reminds me of a story I heard of a tiger winning a bet with a poor gambler, and in return the gambler had nothing to give but his daughter's hand. The story went that the daughter fell in love with the tiger, and instead of the tiger turning into a prince or eating her he instead slowly licked her skin, and every lick turned her skin into a tiger's pelt.
a black tiger? hmm....a little bit of a dark side to him, huh? lol
Oh, tall, dark, and handsome...
Her gown reminds me of "Flaming June."