Acrylic on wood, 24x30, framed in handmade aspen floater frame

In a deep state of grief, I had a dream that I was floating down a tranquil river on a beautiful summer day, while the bugs drifted against a clear, deep blue sky like tiny Chinese lanterns.

This painting is not of that scene, but rather the in-between, the space between dream and reality.

At a time when it was too painful to be in my physical body that was still processing the shock, I felt held. I was gifted this moment of peace and weightlessness, supported by subconscious conjurings carrying me down river.