acrylic on canvas
I have been in a strange place all day. Last night I had that recurring dream. The one where I am running on all fours . This time I was being hunted by a primitive man. His ivory spear grazed my neck and I quickly became woozy from the poison. Too tired to run anymore, he caught up to me. I remember looking into his grimy cave man eyes. At that time, I woke in a pool of sweat. I haven't been the same since.
These primitive dreams are so visceral. I can truly feel each stick and stone digging through my palms as I propel my body through the woods.
I would like to think that these dreams are highly symbolic. I just have not been able to interpret them. The time will come, I believe.
On the other hand, they probably don't mean a thing.