Oil on canvas 
80 x 80 cm

We all know those specific moments just before tumbling into that deaf world of sleep. Where you aren’t compelled to make the best and logical decisions as you do during the day. And where flowing with the wind seems to be life in itself.

Or that moment right before the day starts again and you are trying
to stay in the womb of the night for another couple of seconds.
But just the awareness of your own attempt to grab the tail of your nightly journey, is enough to let it escape. And that brings you irrevocable back to the chilly clearness of a new day.

All my life I wished I could find a way to catch the tail of my dreams.
So I could pull it over my mind whenever I wanted to hide from the ordinary things of daily life.

After I had learned the techniques to portray my imaginations, my urge to capture the nightly views got stronger. It became one of those things that I wanted to share with other people, without having the words available.

So, my paintings got featured subjects like a train riding through the ocean waves or fish swimming in a street. But after a while I realised these were not the subjects I was hunting for. It were not even the dreams. It was just the atmosphere.

Now, years later, I have discovered that my deserted landscapes come as close as I can to the atmosphere I have been chasing.

This painting with the red-white road barrier captures the frustration of not being able to remain in that state of nightly journeys.