Acrylic on canvas, 50 × 60

Learning how to dream together. How to build dreamscapes that carry us all through life.

In painting, I lost the concept —
or maybe the concept lost me.

This year is an attempt at recovery.
A reaching.
An extension in multiple ways and directions.
Poisonous red seeds, a broken rib and some other sufferings.
An introduction to playing for real.
Children’s leadership and wisdom shining through transparent adults.
Adult Games in a crack.
An open space, a blind spot… for anyone to step into and build within.