Dreaming Dreams

 I recall an immense deafening silence as a child that came in dreams in  which nothing itself could be heard as an absence that was powerful and infinite. At times an image of a thumb tip picking up a grain of salt would accompany this silence, it was the thumb of a giant and the salt grain would be that of a childs. The moon coming over the early night sky was collosal as if it had drifted away from its moorings and would soon crash into the earth. My latest work is about these dreams and the personnel symbols which orbit my inner minds eye.


3 Responses to “Dreaming Dreams”

  1. Very cool Buck–beautiful and dreary stuff!

  2. This is really amazing. You would make a great author…

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