Dancing Nudes
When darkness falls, there is a dream I love to dream.
It is a dream in a crystal jar. Butterscotch and sugarplum and gumdrops and marzipans and Turkish delights…. I mingle with popes, princes and presidents; dance with paupers, pigeons and plebs. Perverts and puritans, every pattern of impossibility playing as one.
At times, we form a drum circle. Other moments, we scatter and run free. Banter, wine and jubilation abound, everybody getting along.
When lightness comes, I am inspired to paint this dream; the sheer beauty of one world, the joys and eclectics of these Dancing Nudes.