There exists a place just outside the bounds of linear thought—a slip in the weave of time—where cherry blossoms bloom at the same moment their fruit ripens. It is neither spring nor summer, but an eternal Now, a garden suspended in the dreamscape of the soul. And if you find yourself lucid—truly lucid—you may walk beneath these trees. It is a place where the mind quiets and the heart begins to speak. Here, the duality dissolves: the maiden and the mother are one, the seed an

There are dream figures who do not come and go like weather. They return. You wake remembering them. Their gaze lingers behind your eyes. For me, it is always the little yellow bird and the masked woman in black. They do not arrive together. One night, the bird lands on a branch just outside my window, glowing like gold leaf under moonlight. Another night, the woman appears in a corridor of half-light, her gaze both fierce and forgiving. She wears a mask shaped like a bird’s

To stand inside the moment captured in this painting is to experience the metaphysical from within the angel's own essence. You are part of the painting and the painter, the sea and the salt, the question and the revelation. You are not visiting a dream. You are the dream, wearing the body of divinity like a second skin. It feels euphoric. There is no gravity here, only grace.The dress you wear is made of silk: green like forest shadows. It catches starlight and flickers opa