In my early twenties, I once experienced a strange nightmare like none other. I was in some gorgeous desert land where the sun seemed to create glitter in the sand. In some places there, the sand even appeared gold.
Although this dwelling’s beauty masked something sinister. There was an underground area that housed human-eating sand serpents. Their origin was apparently something ancient according to locals in the dream. I have no idea why I was there but was always fascinated by the scenery. That place has inspired many of my artworks to this day.
Have you ever been in a space so old it was surrounded by cobwebs and dust? This was just a scratching of the surface of this nightmare. The dream itself had elements of claustrophobia and a feeling of confinement. There was a larger entombed area that made sounds. The echo of voices in the tight chambers made me wish for the waking world.