
Artist's commentary
Castle in her Palms
It is paradise that is not of this world...a mortar-shaped spiral trench.
It is the bottom of the deep, deep sea like where the Dragon Palace resides.
"Fufu...welcome to my bedchamber. So you have chosen to be deluded by dreams and illusions of hell rather than be lost among pain and pleasures of the surface world?"
A bewitching voice echoes throughout...like a gentle wind, like a dream, and like heaven.
To the woman it's merely a small bedroom. Yet to the meager insect, it's as vast as a dreamy castle town. There may be no path back to the surface, but there's no need to go back anyway.
"Come, hold on to my little finger. I shall pluck you into the dream you seek...to the tower of joy."
A mirage where both body and soul dissolves into its illusion. There's no suffering, yet no freedom. The insect's emotions are consumed by the woman's wiles.
How wonderful. I want to stay longer.
I've been deceived. I want to get out.
Terrifying. I want more.
Please...let me out.
A paradise on a palm where everything and anything is permitted.
"Yes, that's right... No matter how much they try, it's only a nip of a little bug. I do hope you will be of some stimulation during this boring nap that will last for eternity."
Its flirtatious voice and despair are both helpless sea foam.
A sentient wish-fulfillment tool, not a toy, that fulfills a woman's desire.