“I picked you!, I picked you!,” the ghostly voice cried out from my dream. He stood before me looking haggard and very thin. His hair had turned from silver to bright white. I felt sad, even though, in the dream, I had returned to the house on the river. AT the end of the dream, I held him close as he repeated, “But, I picked you…”

Did you ever have a dream that just stayed with you long after the sleep leaves your eyes? Emotions triggered. Memories surfaced. As a collage artist, emotions and memories charge my imagination with energy. That energy leads my hands to gather images called forth by the dream. My intuition, intrigued by my emotions, guides me to pictures, vintage papers, colors, and symbols. Logical? Not yet. Magical? Absolutely!