That blurred line is the heart of the painting. Dreamland is not a place you can point to on a map. It exists somewhere between what is real and what is imagined, the way a memory can feel more vivid than the moment it came from, or a hope can feel as solid as anything standing in front of you. The trees do not need to choose between existing above the water or within it. They belong to both, just as the mind belongs to both what it knows and what it longs for.
There is a stillness here that invites you to stay a while, to let the purples and blues settle into something calm rather than something you need to understand right away. Some places are not meant to be explained, only wandered through slowly, the way you would wander through a dream just before waking.
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Title: Dreamland Technique: Ink on Canvas Year Painted: 2009 Original Sold | Prints Available
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