Scars from an Oil RefineryHe was told the refinery would make him stronger, greater, more powerful than the others. For a time it did. But as time grew older, his power drained faster than it renewed. The refineries had always drained him, he just didn’t notice it at first, bolstered by the progress and the fumes as he was.
It was not sustainable, could never have been sustainable, and now it was too late to go back. Tiredness set in and he began to crystalise, set into rock, wither away. And yet, as he did, the refinery itself could no longer function without the power it thrived on - fed off - and it too began to disintegrate, become what it had been before it was chimneys and tanks and pipes and rails. And amongst the peeling paint and rusted valves, the future began to crawl, inching its way as haired vines and curious, tentative leaves, exploring this landscape that had been purged for so long.
And so he rested at last, sound in the knowledge that while he could no relive his decision or tread a happier path, the vines and the flowers would reclaim the landscape for their own, in their own time, and perhaps the next dragon could make a better choice.
A new dragon, complete with jar to store stories and treasures, sculpted over the winter holidays, inspired by the astounding magnitude of the Zeeland refineries that are surrounded by such beauty in every other direction.
He currently awaits his first firing, glaze, a second firing and finally wire adornments to create the ladders and railings that accessorise industrial landscapes. He is also currently awaiting a name, which will likely come to me during the glazing process, although I can never quite tell and it’s different for all the dragons! Let me know if you have any ideas...Jan 9, 2023
It was not sustainable, could never have been sustainable, and now it was too late to go back. Tiredness set in and he began to crystalise, set into rock, wither away. And yet, as he did, the refinery itself could no longer function without the power it thrived on - fed off - and it too began to disintegrate, become what it had been before it was chimneys and tanks and pipes and rails. And amongst the peeling paint and rusted valves, the future began to crawl, inching its way as haired vines and curious, tentative leaves, exploring this landscape that had been purged for so long.
And so he rested at last, sound in the knowledge that while he could no relive his decision or tread a happier path, the vines and the flowers would reclaim the landscape for their own, in their own time, and perhaps the next dragon could make a better choice.
A new dragon, complete with jar to store stories and treasures, sculpted over the winter holidays, inspired by the astounding magnitude of the Zeeland refineries that are surrounded by such beauty in every other direction.
He currently awaits his first firing, glaze, a second firing and finally wire adornments to create the ladders and railings that accessorise industrial landscapes. He is also currently awaiting a name, which will likely come to me during the glazing process, although I can never quite tell and it’s different for all the dragons! Let me know if you have any ideas...Jan 9, 2023
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