I just felt like I had to share that, because seriously, what the-? I won the fist-fight by the way and won Mr. Waits praise afterwards while I stood there with bruised knees and blood running from my face. I wish I could paint that dream-landscape. It was like a post-apocalyptic junk-yard mixed with the most beautiful autumn forest ever.
Do you remember your dreams? Are they weird, scary or nice? Mine are generally bittersweet, huh-huh-huh.. Sorry I'm obviously in a weird mood today.
The pic by the way is a part of an initial sketch of something I'm working on.