the path under the sky
Brittle feet on brittle leaves
on very brittle, brittle knees.
She walks the path under the sky
she walks and walks but knows not why.
First I was reminded of the fun one can have with clouds thanks to Rosie's latest image, and then I stumbled upon the *incredible* work of Oleg Tchoubakov whose paintings transport me to another land.
I wanted to (without giving too much away) tell a story about going for your dreams, yet add a bit of a sad twist to it. I love the idea of portraying dreams and imagination literally, but of course there is always a nightmare to help better understand a dream, and a hardship to make one appreciate imagination.