The worst nightmares I have are ones when I dream about waking up. I think I am in my own bedroom, and it looks like my bedroom, just for one tiny detail … like a big spider hanging from a ceiling or a blond woman sitting on my bed watching me with concern. Then I wake up again, screaming … and I remember everything. Usually I don't remember my nightmares, perhaps just a sense of fear, or not even that, just that I dreamt about something bad or strange in a detached way, as if it was not me dreaming. This painting is a combination of an art nouveau relief of a woman's face among foliage and a nightmare I had years ago, while sleeping in my gran's house, which at dusk became scarier and scarier until I used to stare into the darkness until I was too tired to stare. The house still makes my imagination run wild in a strange way, only I don't sleep there anymore. I opened my eyes into a dark room to see a woman's face in shades of grey hovering above mine. T
