A few months ago I posted a photo of my new painting, Amba, hung in my master bedroom. Submitted the photo a couple months later to Home Sweet Home (probably should have pressed the sheets), forgot about it, and now rediscovered it simultaneously with my decision to swap rooms in the apartment (the cats play so ferociously at night that they are waking the neighbor—room planning just never can predict that). Sadly Amba’s black and white stripes shall no longer contrast with honey.
Looking at the painting again makes me realize that most people probably just see zebra stripes. Truthfully, it should have been black-on-orange; “Amba” is the name of the tiger goddess in Hindu mythology, which has trickled north all the way to Siberia. See below. Not to confuse; Siberian tigers are not white. (They possess a mutated gene and are quite rare.) But black & white was a necessary simplicity for such a loaded image, I suppose. This mother tiger and her cub are floating in a subconscious existence of pure tigerness, pure togetherness.
