Brittle feet on brittle leaves on very brittle, brittle knees. She walks the path under the sky she walks and walks but knows not why. First I was reminded of the fun one can have with clouds thanks to Rosie's latest image, and then I stumbled upon the *incredible* work of Oleg Tchoubakov whose paintings transport me to another land. I wanted to (without giving too much away) tell a story about going for your dreams, yet add a bit of a sad twist to it. I love the idea of portraying dreams and imagination literally, but of course there is always a nightmare to help better understand a dream, and a hardship to make one appreciate imagination. facebook | formspring | website | blog | twitter