As a person,
I can pride myself on having a photographic memory but dreams test me. Most times they are dark and twisted. They feed on my fears and the last things I was concerned about before I slept off.
Other times, shit doesn’t even make sense, they resurrect people I would never interact with. Dreams involuntarily put me in spaces I didn’t sign up for.
I prefer dreaming when I am awake, I twist and redirect my own stories, and I feel powerful doing it. Why? Because I am in control. The dreams or fantasies I make up, live to please me and my alternate world, they take me to the promised land. That’s a survival skill I will talk about another day.
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 80 x 100cm
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