It is a pity this is in black & white - it's a charcoal drawing - because if it had a title it would be "The Blue Ring". It's about a dream I had where I was walking along the road in our village one evening, and a blue ring of light appeared above my head.
The ring of light somehow lifted me up into the sky with it, high up above the rooftops of the village. It wasn't frightening. I felt completely safe. The ring then floated me far away across many miles of dark forests. All was dark and murky, no colours.
Then, eventually, I floated beyond the dark forests and then down below me I could see a whole landscape laid out, in daylight, with green hills and fields, and trees in bright leaf.
After a while, I saw a cafe with tables and chairs outside in a meadow. There was only one person sitting there, and it was my father. In real life, he had died a few years before I had that dream.
I floated down to sit with him. I held on to him and asked him if he had been stressed when he died, and he told me that no, he hadn't been. I was aware of the warm sun and the fresh air, it was like an early spring day. There were no other people in that landscape, just me and my Dad.
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