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Modern female painter's self-portrait depicting a scene out of a prophetic dream she had as a child. The artist herself is in the foreground. She has a piercing stare directed at the viewer. The background consists of a sandy beach with a small hut by the water. A lonely figure appears next to the hut.  The top of the painting has fantom eyes floating in the sky. The painting's background is mostly created from an assortment of various paper products that usually get recycled or discarded.
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(collage painting on canvas, 24X36, 2008)

"Memory of a dream"

When I was twelve I had a very realistic dream. It was also strange and I decided to write it down as soon as I woke up. My journal from that day contains the following entry:

"The feeling of loneliness is overpowering. I force myself to leave the shack; its exterior appears even more forsaken than its interior. The beach is deserted. There is nothing except for the sand. The sky is gray and stormy. There is a sense of unrest in the air.

I know that the Spirit I just met doesn't want me to leave. He is calling me back. I desperately want to escape, but I don't know where I can possibly go. I'm surrounded by sand and sea. I remember the spirit's last words: "Beware of green eyes." I feel that I should've asked what exactly he meant by that, but something tells me that I will soon find out. I wonder if it's a warning for my entire life or just for now. Will I meet a green-eyed person amid these sandy dunes? Should I run if I do? I wake up. I'm not a grown-up anymore. I'm twelve. Something tells me that this will be a dream that I'll remember forever."

I still remember every detail of that dream. The strangest part is that a lot of major events in my life (that were often quite unpleasant to say the least) ended up revolving around people with green eyes... Spooky!

"Memory: a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things."
Pierce Harris

"The one charm of the past is that it is the past."
Oscar Wilde

"You must train your intuition - you must trust the small voice inside you which tells you exactly what to say, what to decide."
Ingrid Bergman