I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams while working on these cloth pages. I’ve been thinking about where they come from, and whether they mean anything. I used to believe that everything meant something, but now I’m not so sure. Now I tend to think that some things ‘just happen’, for no particular reason, and that life is (among other things) a random series of events. I know that the human tendency is to find meaning in patterns, whether those patterns are visual or circumstantial. Finding meaning is one thing; believing in that meaning is quite another, and I’m not certain about what I believe.
This page is one of a double page spread, where the landscape extends across both pages:
I quite like that bit of emptiness at the left hand side. It seems like an area of not-knowing. Sometimes it’s good not to know.