DREAMS

I am starting to dream again, beautiful dreams filled with hope and desire. Desire to fly and mingle with the birds. It is rough on the edges and a little bit sketchy, but it feels wonderful. My mind is opening up to the idea of more than life has offered, more dreams in vigor and reaching for the galaxies. I mostly dream about art, hazy wonderful art. Art that is as inspiring as the milky way up above. Art that is as breathe taking as watching a babies first step. Art that is as magical as water splashing on your visage from the Zambezi falls… as i get back to the dreaming, i also get back to drawing. Hazy beautiful sketches with each stroke telling a story of new hope and life. A story about murals, abstractness and simplicity. Stories about me, you and us.