Remember a long time ago I showed you the first steps of a watercolor painting of a dragon? I finally finished the painting.
As I drew the image, I thought, the dragon is me, or my work, emerging from the deep energy place inside me, from the depths of my soul, from our shared Soul, from that Holy Spirit within us.
Then the oil well explosion opened another kind of "dragon" emerging from the sea! This dragon is the destructive, polluting dragon of western mythology.
I wonder if my dragon would have looked better as a deep red, maybe an alizeran crimson. What do you think