The distinct smell of roses

Three months ago I had a dream. I was standing near an open door next to the sea. As I stood there, a seal swam through the water towards me. At first I was apprehensive, as I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But then, as the seal drew close, it reached out and touched my hand, in a way that can only be described as loving. It was a beautiful dream, and I woke up feeling happy.

Shortly after, my life was thrown into turmoil on multiple fronts and, as my inhumanly-patient fella will attest, I struggled to keep my sh*t together.

The storm has now passed, and where I find myself is nothing short of a miracle – living in my dream house, in my dream location, and with a seal for a friend. If that is not enough, I am also finally fulfilling a very long-held dream of doing my masters in fine art, part of which is keeping this progress journal. It is a privilege to share this journey with whoever happens to follow. I promise to keep the entries short and sweet and mostly about the art…and Fonzie too.

Image: Dream dream – acrylic on paper