This drawing revealed in my mind after some time ago, when I had a dream about ruins. The dream was so vividly clear that it left a mark in my memory so long until now. What I remember was shattered walls, broken greenish tiles, some old, dusty painting hanging awkwardly on a wall, some dusty and ripped carpets, to name a few.
It was supposedly noon in my dream as I traversed the ruin. The sun ray's slipped through holes and cleft of the broken roof of the ruin, presenting a beautiful orchestra of glowing lines intermingling each other inside the ruin, while exposing dancing particles of dust which reminding us of olden times.
It's quite saddening indeed that I still don't have the skill of painting to portray the utmost of the dream experience; hence this scribbles. Nevertheless, I'm not quitting; I will pursue my level of painting; I will not forget the dream.
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