It's almost impossible to remember all the nights.
Nights of insomnia spent listening to what we're not. Fears, nonsense rationalities where our unconscious has no voice. I toss and turn. Nothing. I look at my watch. It's morning.
Another day without night, without rest, without travel, without freedom from this umiliating reality. Without imagination, without salt or maybe sugar, without sweetness or pain.
Resigned to the bitterness of a day to live without a night, suddenly I fall asleep...
The paintings in this section are all inspired by my dreams and nightmares, to strong emotional experiences I am only able to live through my drawings.