This is the scene we would never see before we die. Only when one is dead, she or he will be carried by the dragon, and sees the world was living in.
The Goddess living in the forest is lonely. Fortunately, she has two pets, and they play music for her.
A Portrait my Mum asked me to do for her using an old photo she took in college. She met my Dad at that time so I also included my Dad in this painting.
We are all sinners, and after we died, seven balloons appears from our backs so that we won’t be caught into the hill. However, the guard of hill will use his needle to poke these balloons. We will fall into the hill because nothing let us float then.
Referencing Edgar Allan Poe’s The Masque of the Red Death
I still remember in that summer, I saw a dragon. I was on the beach with the voice of ocean. I remember the salty and wet feel of summer. The marshmallow was sweet, sand was rough, the dog’s breathe melted into the shore. But I couldn’t remember her face. And I never saw a dragon or her after that summer.