I see faces in my dreams. They are so strange that, at first, I mistook them as evil and unfriendly. They appear suddenly so the seed of fear germinates in my heart. Most of the time, they are unfamiliar, but sometimes I also see my grandma kissing the red face. Then I call her loudly. I may be that red face missing distant relatives.
Every time I create artwork with the theme of dreams, it is an opportunity for me to face the doubts and fears in my heart.
Look deep in the picture.
