We all know those few seconds just before we slip into the deaf world of sleep. That world where we don’t have to make decisions and where simply drifting with the wind seems to be life itself.

Or that moment—just before the day begins again—when you make a futile attempt to ‘sleep backwards,’ pushing the door open with your back for just a few more seconds of being not in the here and now.
Every morning, I try to catch a glimpse of my vanishing dreams. But they are like water.

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