This piece was inspired by Soo Sunny Park’s sculpture ‘Unwoven Light,’ a commission of Rice University, Art Gallery, 2013. Thank you, Norie Guthrie.

It was a dragon. The short, stout, powerful legs spread wide apart like stanchions, claw footed into the smooth marble rock. They were sharp as razors like battle axes in the mud. The tail whipping back and forth like an angry dinosaur leading to the broad cloth over the belly of the beast. And the groaning weight of the towering wings waving into the sky. Graceful arcs spreading to the heavens, revealing not one writhing, fire breathing inferno on the scaled stalk of a neck, but two. A dragon.

The dragon of lust, the dragon of old, the dragon of antiquity, the dragon of the fairy tale, the dragon in the picture book. The dragon of yer imagination, the dragon that could fly. The dragon in the well, the dragon in the dark, the dragon in the cave. The dragon in the clouds, the dragon out of the mist, the dragon in the ocean, the dragon right behind you.
The dragon between you and the pot of gold. The dragon you deserved, the dragon that just came along for the ride. Them that think themselves dragons, but er no better than dragon fodder. The certain dragon, the wanna be dragons, the dragons that have no choice. The dragon on the hill, the dragon on the mountaintop, the dragon launching out of the sea.
The shadow of the dragon. The dragon looking over yer shoulder. The friendly dragon, the erudite dragon, the eloquent dragon, the wise dragon. The wanton dragon, deliberate and without provocation. The dragons that wouldn’t be dragons if it wasn’t for the despicable sons of bitches that keep them on a halter of thorns.

I just need to be one thing to you…something