This painting was generously supported by Pascal Witschi and Cécile Merle via Patreon.
Or Die Trying
Standing right in front of them created a toxic emotional cocktail. I was curious. would they accept me? scared. would they have me for breakfast? thrilled. would they teach me how to fly? I was breathless. Actually, I would have been fine dying in that moment, for there could nothing be more beautiful than them bathing their wings in the morning sun.
This painting was generously supported by Pascal Witschi via Patreon.
To Become One of You
I suddenly discovered several humanoid winged creatures in the sky, majestic and strong. Harpies, standing in the sky, looking down at us. I knew they were going to attack every second. We stopped the car in wonder instead of getting away as fast as possible. I got out of the car despite my boyfriend's attempts to stop me. Since I was a little girl I have dreamed of being a magical creature. Their existence made that dream just a little more tangible. There was only one thought driving every muscle in my body: I wanted to become one of them. I did not care that it was much more likely that they were going to kill me. All my life I had to learn that magic doesn't exist, that I would never fly. But there they were. Proving everyone wrong. And I couldn't take my eyes off them.