Last night I dreamed of India. It was colorful and dusty. I won some kind of skateboarding race. And I made a friend.
Dreams are amazing and confusing and beautiful. My night dreams have melded with my day dreams. As India has been on my mind lately. Skateboarding, however, has not.
I told my artist friend, Sylvie about it...her wonderful advice was to draw my dreams. Dreams are unique, and thus drawing them will produce unique art. I would like to draw India, to create it. But, perhaps my dreams are telling me to live it, to be it.