Seeing a picture as this, it is hard not to get the imagination running wild.

It almost seems like the title page of a fantastic bedtime story with the kit being safely flown home in the sunset, having had her first big day out on her own after straying and falling out of the lair. A tiny lair in a hollow trunk where her mother broods on a tiny treasure - eight shiny coins and one that is mostly green, glass beads on a frayed string, a sequin that still has a hint of perfume and a pearl earring without its hook - but a dragon's lair and hoard nonetheless.

There is bound to be plenty of adventure in a small tree when you are smaller than a child's finger. Getting lost among the flowers and braving the outmost branches on claws that are still little but soft nubs, and playing lost with skittering shiny things that trill and chirr. A clumsy tousle with a bird nearly as big as herself, having retreated to the cherry tree to eat a lychee in peace - a clumsy tousle, but for her, a heroic duel with a sweet prize! Indeed there are many new and wonderful things to see, but also some not so wonderful: One that is big and golden and buzzing, and thinks she might be good to eat. But of course mum swoops down to save the day (putting a few new shiny pleats on her skirt while she is at it) and as things go in bedtime stories the kit learns a thing or two about caution and responsibility. Things she had better learn if she wants to grow up and be a big dragoness someday - maybe even as big as her mother.

Perhaps, I should add, once the imagination gets running it easily wanders off lost as well. It is quite a verbose language!



In a way, find it baffling that someone could see a family of dragons not much larger than a cherry blossom without it at least immediately bringing questions to mind. Or a dragon at all. Or, for those not in one quite specific fandom, a people-shaped vixen wearing a crown and sarong. Think it can be safely said when this failure occurs, it usually does so on the receiving end.

Or perhaps there are countless people who write a tome in their heads, but just never let it all the way down to their fingers.

I delight in writing so I am very glad to hear it is good reading, and moreso, meaningful. It means a lot to hear. But... this is your painting and your comment stack, so the spotlight is yours - and you're making me blush a little. Thanks <3



And indeed, every artist probably indulges in wishing some part of their fantasy work was real at some point. But since he was quite a unique beast in all things he did, trust it to the petit suisse to be the one absolute exception.