This is a dream I had long ago resulting in this painting.
I’m a little boy. I have lost my way in the desert country side where I used to live. An Arizona storm has come up with blowing winds, and a steady downpour of rain. I’m scared and I’m crying. I take comfort in that no one can tell I’m crying because of the rain. I don’t know where I am and I can’t remember who I am but I do know I have to keep moving. I just know I have to go but I don’t know where I should go. I hear horses and run in the direction of the sound. I come upon two horses that seem to be fighting. I shout at them to try to stop the fighting. Or are they playing in the storm? I wonder only for a few moments because I know I must go.
I wake up.
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