Waves and Pagodas

Tonight, while I browsed through my photo collections, I ran across photos of two paintings I did a little over a year ago.

The first I painted for my mother who loves the ocean.



As for the second one, I painted it with the idea of a secret place to go and dream extraordinary dreams.

I like to imagine that I'm in this painting somewhere.

Maybe on the starlit path.



Maybe in the dreaming pagoda itself.



Or maybe resting on the hill, staring at the sky.