sweet dream Painting

A small hand holds a beloved doll. Another small hand on a cushion or a piece of blanket that one can not fall asleep without them Head touches head. Small, quiet breaths. How many connections and relationships we have from the moment we are born. Connections to family, connections to friends, to objects. During sleep, as if one was isolated in himself, in his dreams, his fears, hopes, disappointments, pleasures and promises But I hope that our children's network of connections, the security of being loved and protected, also penetrate their most private dreams When I see small children asleep and especially together, I feel at once that my heart is expanding and that I am overwhelmed by feelings