In the eye of
the storm everything is eerily still. All of a sudden over the hill
comes a shattering noise accompanied by a gigantic red cyclone of
rubble. I sit up in my bed startled by these images and proceed to write
it down in my dream journal. This painting is what the dream feels
like, chaotic order of sorts.
Oil on canvas copyright (c) Trevi Bennett 2012
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