Which way dreams do come? Fractured English describing fractured thoughts meshed together in deep repose. Spacious are the dreams I have while awaiting unexpected miracles in the night. Colors so bright, countless atoms exploded upon the stretched canvas of my sleep. Now they find their peace in the world of the awakened. With oils anointed from my palette brushed with sacred vengeance to appear in the world of the conscious. You, the viewer too, now see what I saw evenings past. What do you think it meant? What does it portend? Jung and Freud and all the rest could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again. So why try. So I think I will just paint what I saw and let the angels in my dreams play with my friends the Two Cats. My angels do enjoy the time they spend cavorting with my two friends in the playgrounds of my mind. And to you that travel with me, as I have said to many of my fellow pilgrims before, SPACIOUS DREAMS and UNEXPECTED MIRACLES ALWAYS! visionary imagist "Joey"