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$380.00
“Every small courage deserves a witness.
小小勇气，值得嘉许。“
oil on canvas
31x61cm
The bear had seen many great adventures – tea parties, blanket forts, daring expeditions under the dining table.
But today felt special.
His little human sat across him, staring very seriously at a fruit. Not a toy fruit or the plastic kind that he played with – but a real one. Round, purple, mysterious. “It looks weird,” the child whispered. The bear silently agreed.
Still, when the bite finally came – a squish, a pause, and then a burst of sweetness – the bear watched it happen: surprise widening into laughter, and laughter into pure delight.
Something in his soft, stitched chest swelled with pride. This was bravery – the first taste of something new, something real.
And so he sat, smiling quietly beside the last fig, knowing that growing up begins just like this – a little courage, a little sweetness, and someone to share it with.
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$1,080.00
“Endurance in the return of beauty, strength and dignity after battle.
战痕犹在，花开依旧。”
oil on canvas
51x51cm
The war horse trudged through the field of daisies - weary but proud.
He had seen many battles. Felt the weight of history on its back.
The clash of metal, the thunder of drums, and the silence that loomed after the storm. Scars formed a silver web on its dark hide, each one an echo of horrors he would never forget.
But now, surrounded by soft petals and golden light, he walked not to conquer, but to remember.
Children tinkled in the fields, their laughter like merry windchimes. A bell rang faintly from the village road. And somewhere, a faint melody drifted across the fields.
The horse trudged on. Each step stirred up a quiet flurry of crimson dust. The daisies, once trampled by the march of time, had finally bloomed again.
Endurance is not only about conquering, but also life after the battle – when healing softens the scars and the flowers bloom again. It is the quiet, healing strength that carries on, restoring dignity, memory and hope across time.
