Sounds of forgotten dreams Print

Night comes, but the problems that captured us during the day do not get freedom for us. Problems stay with us in a dream. We are leaving for the world of darkness and dreams - the other side of the world of light and reality. What awaits us? Who will we meet there in the dark? Who will we be on the side where illusions reign? We have no power over dreams. They appear regardless of us. The ocean of emoothing further. Where is that island, where is that unsteady marina on which we can lean in our wandering in the dark? Lost love scattered faded roses. She is no longer with us. And we, as puppetstions is trying to drown us in stormy waves. Time has stopped, the hourglass is empty. There is n, are not able to make decisions, think, feel. Inside us there is only emptiness. The threads broke and there is no one who can bring us back to the world of light. No puppeteer. There is no one who will show us the way. Music, joy and light left us. The sounds of a broken piano sound a sharp dissonance. A strange fish is dancing for us flamenco. She wants to tell us so much. We are coming back. We are drinking coffee. We hurry to work. Do we remember our dreams? Most often not. And only there, in the distance, sometimes we hear the sounds of forgotten dreams ... The painting was presented at the Luxembourg Art Prize 2020 exhibition