Last week, I dreamt that I was trying to save a beautiful and bizarre collection of paintings, made by a close friend. This friend was not interested in saving these relics from her past.
In the dream, I desperately wanted to recreate the paintings before she threw them away.
When I woke up, I was still inspired to bring one of these paintings to life. I gave it a try, and I was reminded of this inarticulate thing that happens between the brain and the hand. I wish I could communicate the true awesomeness of the original.