Built of a Dream

I enter a room looking for the exit. Going through one door and out another. Stepping into a corridor that bends into a hall and clamoring up a narrow stairway that leads to a smaller opening - which I squeeze through with dispatch. Relentlessly, forging ahead, instinctively navigating these spaghetti trails as they unwind before me, these nighttime rambles into the meanderings of my mind usually leave me spent from the amount of effort it takes to arrive nowhere. And yet, the ending comes.... abrupt and complete....and arrives about two in the morning... when I awaken with a start.

Just as encompassing are those uplifting somnambulant moments when a loved one enfolds themselves into my arms, bringing sweet memories of scents and touches that were nearly forgotten. At other times, material riches would settle into my grasp with such authenticity that their disappearance upon wakening would leave me saddened and unsettled, whereas, consequently, the joys of an accomplishment or creative insight would leave me lifted and bounding to the drawing table with a new sense of direction and drive.

Dreams are not something you can control, whether those fashioned in your sleep or during your awakened hours. They are pursuits that drive you forward, and at best, they are a vague outline of what that fulfillment will be. Desire to achieve them is often all the fire one has to realize them. Like suddenly appearing doorways, circumstances and people appear to provide direction, guidance and opportunity, when you least expect it, which may take that dream into an entirely new dimension. As in sleeping dreams, the road is also mired with distractions indulged too easily, and fears accepted too fully, yet, even in the fall of these moments, the ability to persevere wipes a slate clean for fresh starts that carry none of the deficits with it.

Having embarked on my own dream of sharing beautiful works of art, it has had many twists and turns - that have been shaped by SO many of you - that I feel like a work of art myself. Sculpted of caring and appreciation, support and advice, resources and connections, we all stand as a testament of how one’s dreams are built by others. You all know what you have shared so freely and lovingly and what wings you have given to others' dreams. For the gift of an artist, you are the gift.


The dream of meetings in Brazil continues to unfold, with promises for follow up and introductions to equally connected individuals, and a commitment to return with more works of art. The image included here was one that has provoked numerous positive responses.