Scheherazade
Just as Scheherazade spun her stories night after night to stave off an ending, so too unfolds a narravive woven through decay and vibrancy. The rich reds, delicate petals, and aged textures mirror the opulence and drama of the legendary tales from One Thousand and One Nights. Just as Scheherazade spun her stories night after night to stave off an ending, so too unfolds a narrative woven through decay and vibrancy. The rich reds, delicate petals, and aged textures mirror the opulence and drama of the legendary tales from One Thousand and One Nights. Yet, at its depth lies the quiet truth of impermanence—each element once alive, now suspended in a fleeting moment of transformation. This composition, like the stories themselves, speaks to the cyclical nature of existence, where even in decay, there is the promise of renewal.