I Have a Dream

I have a dream. Martin Luther King pronounced these words to speak of a possible utopia. This canvas takes them up on its own scale, by painting a quiet dream, an intimate utopia, a landscape that exists only for those who know how to look at it.

The sky is rosy, suspended, soft. It carries that particular light of dreams, neither quite dawn, nor quite sunset. A clarity out of time that envelops everything in a silent tenderness.

Below, the wild emerald green meadow extends, crossed by golden bursts in gold leaf that surface at the horizon like a promise. And lower still, the deep blue-green waters keep the dream intact, dense, preserved. A landscape that exists solely because someone dared to dream it.

Matter, structural plaster, acrylic, gold leaf. Wabi-sabi. To paint the intimate utopia. To sculpt the preserved dream.