I HAD A DREAM. I WAS WITNESSING A GROUP OF GORILLAS, THEY WERE SAD AND FRIGHTENED, KNOWING THAT SOON THEY WOULD HAVE TO LEAVE THEIR BBELOVED MOUNTAIN HOME. THE LOGGERS AND FARMERS WERE SETTING FIRES AGAIN. THIS TIME THE FLAMES AND SMOKE CAME CLOSER, MAKING THEIR NOSSTRILS FLAIR AND SWELL WITH ANGER. THE MOMS TRIED TO SHIELD AND COMFORT THE YOUNG ONES, BUT, THE BABIES KNEW THAT SOMETHING WAS TERRIBLY WRONG. AT THAT POINT MY DREAM CHANGED. I WAS OBSERVING THE FIRES THROUGH THE FARMERS EYES. FROM HIS LOFTY POINT OF VIEW. HIS LAND, HIS FIRE AND HIS RIGHT TO MAKE A LIVING OFF OF HIS LAND. THE CONSERVATIONISTS HAD PRESENTED THIS PUZZLE TO HIM WITH GREAT CEREMONY. HE FOUND IT TO BE FRUSTRATING AND DEFECTIVE. THIS LAST PIECE THAT HE HELD IN HIS HAND, WOULD JUST NOT FIT INTO HIS AMBITIOUS ENDEAVORS. WHEN I WAKED FROM MY DREAM, SO VIVID WERE THE IMAGES I HAS SEEN . I KNEW THAT I MUST PAINT THIS DREAM. THE RESULT IS MY PAINTING CALLED "PUZZLING." ORGINAL 24"X36" COPYRIGHT 2005