(1a) Perchance to dream - Unframed Original Artwork

The sun's golden rays filtered through, illuminating a scene that felt both whimsical and surreal. Three damsels sat gracefully on the grass, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they fluttered their lashes at the bustling activity surrounding them. Clad in vibrant costumes embellished with sequins, they represented the essence of circus magic—and they knew it.

Nearby, acrobats twisted and flipped in the air, defying gravity with every leap. Their bodies moved like poetry in motion, each flip an invitation to join their game. The laughter of children mingled with the gasps of awe from the crowd, creating a symphony of joy that echoed across the grounds. Yet, in the midst of it all, there was something eerie about the atmosphere—a sense of foreboding lurking beneath the surface.

"Do you think they will play in the Lion's Den next?" one of the damsels asked, her voice a melodious whisper tinged with curiosity.

"The Lion's Den is no place for a mere game," another replied, her gaze fixed on the swirling dust where performers practiced their daring feats. "It’s a test, a challenge. If you dare to enter, you must be prepared for anything."

The damsels exchanged glances filled with understanding—each one aware that sometimes it’s not about finding a defined path or destination. Sometimes, standing still amidst the chaos is a game of its own, waiting for the perfect moment to leap into the unknown, whether into the Lion’s Den or beyond the limits of the carnival, where every flicker of light could lead to a new adventure.

The third damsel, ever the dreamer, sighed wistfully. "But here we are—surrounded by all this life, yet we stand still. No real path to take. Just endless possibilities that lead nowhere…"

Suddenly, a rickety old train rattled past, its wooden carts creaking as they rolled along the tracks, the sound blending into the celebration. It whistled loudly but never slowed down enough for any hopeful passer by. A puff of steam billowed into the air, swirling like the thoughts racing through the damsels’ minds. "Where could it take us? Who would we be if we could board?" they mused.

The damsels exchanged glances filled with understanding—each one aware that sometimes it’s not about finding a defined path or destination. Sometimes, standing still amidst the chaos is a game of its own, waiting for the perfect moment to leap into the unknown, whether into the Lion’s Den or beyond the limits of the carnival, where every flicker of light could lead to a new adventure.

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Unframed Original Artwork

Year: 2020 

Signed and dated

Medium: Painting paper, pencil, pencil colours and primer.