To me they are a mystery . These paintings and drawings that appear . Really they are born into being . Sometimes they dance their way into existence and sometimes they pound upon the door to be set free . And still they are other times when they whisper and glide and I turn around there it is . This spirit of color , this motion of layers and the textures of my loves . The magnificence of these sweet dreams taking me for a dance .
Sweet dreams dear Art …sweet dreams.