Yes, it was a ridiculous task to recapitulate a dragon toy on sticks, but I wanted to, as a gift for a seven year old fellow artist. Unfortunately I botched the job and had to cannibalize the original toy to create the new dragon. Once the bell was in it's mouth all was forgiven! For a while we lived in a neighborhood adjacent to Chinatown, in Philadelphia. The drums and smoke from the firecrackers would waft into our windows, when the dragons made their way through the street. I felt honored to be able to view these events, and all the red color! I suppose a sophisticated artist would not have a favorite color, but mine has most often been red, in every variant.

There is very little originality in my paper dragon, save the surface patterning. But working on this object of delight sent shivers of possibilities my way, and I am already at work on the next realm.