I see a child hidden behind a mask, her tiny hands reaching out form under heavy robes weighing her down as she feebly seeks help.
The image reminded me of a Noh play where stylized characters gesture in infinitesimally slow motion and a gong echoes an eternity of timeless silence.
When I painted this dream, I understood that this was a baby part of myself long buried under layers of roles, expectations and fears, feebly seeking help.
The dream was a cry to myself to shake off oppressive conditioning and be free.
As you picture this dream in your mind’s eye you may sense that you too were once such a child whom you still carry within yourself in ways unique to you.
You might imagine “if this were my dream”….
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