Sahara Painting

When I was 9 years old, my family and I were driving through the Sahara on the way back from a holiday. My family were deep in conversation together. I looked back through the rear view mirror of the car. I saw what I thought was a black panther leisurely striding through the dunes about 200 feet away. I looked away and glanced back again. It was still there, doing its own thing. To this day, nobody believes me except my mother. I like to believe it was true. That memory was the inspiration for this work. An impression of a landscape and what could be.