As an artist, the parts of the painting come to me like shards of glass. Piecing the bits together lets me see the story in the round. Fragments from memories, hopes, and fears speak as dreams speak to us about the things we feel and desire but cannot describe with words.
As these images appear, they explain to me why they exist in the way songs deliver lyrics to my mind. I understand the myth through the road map made by the work of art.
Angry animals, confused or clueless prey. The magical landscape that holds these players on the stage of the absurd asks us, "who are we in this dreamscape?"
