I dream a lot, every night and it’s in color. The few times I dreamt in black and white or sepia were special situations, that “made sense” in the dream.
The title of this one is in French because this is what I also heard while looking, in my dream, at this man with hands and feet smeared in some substance, floating (?) or being lifted upwards. The finger on his forehead, I wasnt sure it was pushing him down or pointing at him as “you’re the one for this”.
Oil painting on stretched canvas, 35×70 cm
I dream a lot, every night and it’s in color. The few times I dreamt in black and white or sepia were special situations, that “made sense” in the dream.
The title of this one is in French because this is what I also heard while looking, in my dream, at this man with hands and feet smeared in some substance, floating (?) or being lifted upwards. The finger on his forehead, I wasnt sure it was pushing him down or pointing at him as “you’re the one for this”.
Oil painting on stretched canvas, 35×70 cm
