Dreaming.illustrations

Summer is here ❤️

When you close your eyes at night
And you cuddle with delight
Do you feel the magic light
Of the dragon and his knight?

If you caught them in your sight
As they descend from their height
You can offer them a bite
To replenish after flight.

If they’re happy they just might
Spread their magic so hold tight
If the rooms gets really bright
You are up for quite a night.

Will you travel on a kite,
Or laugh in a pillow fight?
Everything just seems so right.
Perhaps build a camping site?

You could dance until midnight
Or spin like a satellite
And work out an appetite
As you run under starlight.

So much fun, the night is white
As you feel it with delight.
But now it’s time to say good night
To the dragon and his knight

Your eyes closing only slight
And your breath slows down its might
So take teddy on your right,
And dream big, my precious light. . .
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This is my second entry for manka_kasha and sheva_ceramics ‘s . I know I promised to post it soon and I didn’t want to let it hanging until I am done with the sculpture exhibition so this is my surprise for you. Also with this post we are now aligned with Instagram. This means updates will be as I manage to create new illustrations, ideally once a week. See you next week and thanks for sticking around. ❤️

“What gave you this color?” -asked tiny horse, eyes so big the entire flower could see herself in them. “Was it the sky that lend you the blue? Was it the blackberries painting purple on you? Was it the sun that adorned you with yellow or perhaps the bees with their golden fuzz? Was it my heart that dreamed you awake, miracle born from sparks of my mind? Are you a dream? Are you a sight? Are you here to bring the world delight?”
The flower stood silent caressed by the wind and small horse laid next to her, his eyes purple bright. He looked at her petals swinging slowly against the sky and breathed in her perfume of grapes and summer warmth. No answers were needed ‘cause he knew in his heart wonders are to be felt and not taken apart.

For those lost to the ashes of the wind.

For those who mourn the withering spring

scarring the earth with feverish tears
gasping for air,
inconsolable fears.

For those that we’ll never again hold

their stories and lives forever untold.

For those afraid, alone at night.

For those who long but in their heart

there is no solace only such
unsoothing words
deprived of touch.

For those who weep and those who shout, for those who crumble and those who fight.

May you all find peace.

May you all find light.

Forever loved. Forever mourned. Forever in our heart.

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This is my third and last ink work for Adolfo Serra The Forest in Me. I named it “Blossoming Souls” and it is dedicated to all those hurt by the Covid19 pandemic. May they find peace and bloom again in a place with no sorrow or suffering.