# back


In a dream I had two nights ago, I was collecting stones for a piece. These stones were capable of transferring information to the canvas. I can't explain how peaceful my face looked in the dream, as if I were dead, no gestures at all... a face rested in silence.

post imageI'm still trying to figure out the language of the context and the language of the stones. In my dream, I was quite aware of how to decode it.