I sometimes have very vivid dreams that just ask to be painted.
The lone pangolin in the empty streets I painted in 2018, an omen to the pandemic.
Me and my dog fleeing a shrinking house on a sleigh pulled by giant chickens.
the colonel is about to die. All the people killed by army orders through time are surrounding his bed and awaiting death. The young man coming for him can be recognized by the symbol on his buttons.
WHO'S THERE?
THE SHRINKING HOUSE
