Flood in the Factory. Digital markers, created with Corel Painter.
I had this powerful dream the other night. In it, I freed myself from an immense labyrinthine factory—levels and levels of alien pipework and and not a soul in sight, although I felt pursued—by calling the waters. Strangest thing. I rode them out and found myself on an alien shore with two suns rising.
So, here’s the factory. Maybe next I’ll paint the shore and suns. Instead of always writing down my dreams, I figured it might be an interesting experience to recall the visuals in color.
Do you keep a record of your dreams?
They say dreams are the windows of the soul—take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts. — Henry Bromel