This never happens... I never dream of my artwork. Visions don't come to me. I just sketch things out until something makes sense. A few days before my weekly meeting with Fr. John I had this dream of walking through this low lit room and on the wall was this massive painting – I was just the viewer standing in awe. The dream was probably not even a minute long because this is all I remember. The first thing I did when I awoke was draw what I had seen in my dream and here's what it looked like. I'm still shaking my head because this has never happened before. Well, I told Fr. John and showed him the sketch – we both loved it.
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