DANCING ON AIR

(acrylic and pencil on watercolour paper)

It seems like forever I have dreamed of flying like a bird. That’s my favorite dream, ones in which I’m flying low through the valley just above the electric wires, where no one can reach me, drifting on the wind like an eagle. Then my arm/wings are pumping and I’m swooping up and up and up into the clouds. The mountain is lunging toward me and I pump harder and harder and then suddenly up, and over. I’m high in the sky and the mountain is far below me, and the valleys and rivers are spread out below like a feast for your eyes, I’m gliding on the wind toward the far horizon.