This one is associated with a very short story I wrote:
"Every night I have dreams about going home.
I just lie down to rest and slowly everything fades around me and nothing matters anymore. The people I used to know, I don't know them anymore. I would say they become distant memories but they are not even that, since I can't even remember myself, the one that I was amongst them.
Not even my name.
All that remains is light; and nothingness. There is no ego anymore, nothing to hold you in place, nothing to weight heavy on you. And then it feels like THIS was actually the dream, or rather sort of a nightmare in which you ache and fight, and long for something unknown.
I am not really here. Every night I dream about going home."
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.