Vessel Dream
Ink, salt, chalk pastels on paper, 2010
I am certain a few of us have spent a lot of their life sure that we do not belong in this world. I once had a dream in which I rose through an underwater river, and when I gazed above there were massive lily pads glowing lazily overhead. But were they lily pads, or was I finally being gathered by otherwordly vessels, moments from being taken to my true home far away into another corner of the Universe?
In that dream, not only did I feel as if I was quietly glowing white-hot, but as if I had reached a calm, decisive moment I had long awaited. I set out to convey this tranquility.