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.