Those of you that follow my work know that I lost someone close to me. I had a dream the other day with him in it. He and I were standing side by side at an art auction. His wife was looking at a painting. It was simple. Black paint on white canvas. There were some thick black clouds in rough lines at the top of the canvas. In the left hand corner of the canvas was the figure of a man floating away over mountains. And toward the right of the canvas was a large female head. The head was the most prominent feature on the canvas. My friend just kept looking at the painting and couldn’t look away. I heard myself say, “did you do that?”
He gave a sly reply, “yelp.”
I said, “we didn’t know were interested in art.”
His reply was, “I didn’t know I was either.”
I put a lot of stock in dreams. Whether there is meaning or not, I have this deep need to figure it out.
Part of the reason for this dream I know, my bestie and I were having a conversation about a local art auction.
I felt like I needed to get this out of my head and one paper. To me, it was important.
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