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.
all your stuff is super solid! keep it up
(im the same way)