48×18
Acrylics and mixed medium on canvas
A celestial current stirs—wide, wild, and wordless.
In this dream of indigo and cloudlight, the Azure Dragon rises—not in fury, but in grace. It coils not to strike, but to cradle. Its body is wind and wave, its breath the shimmer of ancient stars. Here, in this skybound realm, chaos softens into rhythm, and movement becomes a kind of prayer.
This is not a dragon of fire, but of air and memory—myth made mist, strength made serenity.
It carries us upward—into stillness, into awe.