THE DREAM
Watercolour, private collection
Last night I dreamt of a woman. A woman in a Manhattan bar. She sent me a smile that was so content that I can´t get it out of my mind. Her smile is stuck to my retina, comfortably refusing to leave.
I paint all night, like a madman. She demands the best I can do. Colours and shadows silently spread and the painting begins to breathe. I don´t really know what is going on, but I raise a glass and she smiles. Just as she did in the dream.