In the sky between sleep and morning, she appeared as half child, half dragon, wrapped in the colors of memory. Golden horns curved toward the stars, and wings stretched wide enough to carry her across entire worlds. She wasn’t pretending; here, in this dream, she truly was what she wished to be.
She moved with the freedom of play, fearless, her laughter echoing like firelight in the clouds. In her childhood wonder lives on, every wish to fly, every game that became a world, every dream that refused to fade.
This piece reflects the magic of childhood imagination. How play and fantasy let us become anything we wish. It symbolizes the power of dreams to shape identity, courage, and joy. It is a reminder that the wonder we carried as children still lives within us, waiting to take flight.
In the sky between sleep and morning, she appeared as half child, half dragon, wrapped in the colors of memory. Golden horns curved toward the stars, and wings stretched wide enough to carry her across entire worlds. She wasn’t pretending; here, in this dream, she truly was what she wished to be.
She moved with the freedom of play, fearless, her laughter echoing like firelight in the clouds. In her childhood wonder lives on, every wish to fly, every game that became a world, every dream that refused to fade.
This piece reflects the magic of childhood imagination. How play and fantasy let us become anything we wish. It symbolizes the power of dreams to shape identity, courage, and joy. It is a reminder that the wonder we carried as children still lives within us, waiting to take flight.
Mixed Media on 18x24 Canvas
Wool, heavy acrylic wing bone structure, fabric, graphite, acrylic
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