A nightmare. Stirring in the night, disorientated, fearful, states of being overlapping, one thing, another, consciousness swimming between places, spaces, melting and moulding, there are no limits, no borders; am I still dreaming, am I awake? Is the horrible figure there or not? Is it real or not? Not moving but listening. A strange... Continue Reading →
Dreamtime
A picture I made for my sister
Night Dreaming
Night is peace, freedom, it has a magic that opens up once the sun sets; the last ray of sun ignites imagination as the dark hours replace the light. Everything fires up as distractions cease to be a torment in the soft unfolding of night. It only increases as the darkness sinks deeper, bolder as... Continue Reading →