24 October 2011

Scheherazade's Moon #5

copyright (c) 2011, Sharon Edmunds
Scheherazade's Moon #5, Mixed Media on Vellum, 14" x 11"

Scheherazade's Moon. Night Number 675.

(Unframed, + S&H)


  1. Hi Sharon
    Well.. a daisy moon??? love that idea.. duality.. as the daisy reminds me of sunshine.. and the 'tower' it is set upon.. looks like rusted metal.. Great effect...

    Thanks for your lovely comments.. and hope your coming week is fabulous!! ciao xxx Julie

  2. Hello Julie, Elena and Amy & a big Thank You! I am really enjoying working on this series and your sweet words about this work are truly appreciated. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

  3. This one is beautiful! With its own hidden secrets. What happened with the daisy(?), why was it put on a rusty(?) pillar, what about the lines on the right? And why night number 675? Secrets of the night!

  4. Hello Eric and Thank You! Yeah, I think the beauty of this does stem from its own hidden secrets - but I feel that way, most certainly, about all visual work. It does 'come from somewhere' always to the artist, and yet the artist's feelings/reasons are released in the doing of it. It should then stand on its own, become what it will, to each and every viewer - the mysteries and charm of visual art for me. So your questions here - how do I answer? Maybe just this once!

    The Secrets of THIS night, Night Number 675: Scheherazade is the wife of King Shahriyar. She knows her fate depends on her supreme art of storytelling. That is what has kept her alive for all these many nights - 675 of them - and counting. She has now lived more than half way towards her 'pardon' and yet, of course, it's her life and she doesn't know this. She sees endless nights (the deep blue lines) turn to endless dawns (the paler blues between the lines) and she is grateful for each one. But she is also human. She can't resist that daisy. She needs an answer to her eternal question: 'He loves me - He loves me not'. Her fate depends on it. She is tired of life on the edge. The lines on the right symbolize the unveiling of a new dawn. She's has learned that life in the palace is both diamonds and rust.

  5. Thank you for your detailed answer. In a sense, my question was meant rhetorically, but I highly appreciate this.

  6. Hi Eric! DUH!!! I know you, I should have known better!