The Light of a Dream

The picture resembles a dream without beginning or end; delightful and intoxicating. It takes your hand and pulls you along a path—somewhere between touch and futility, between awareness and unknowing. You walk, but not with feet on the ground. You pass through the threshold of light but never reach the end of this view, the final mark of this path. It seems that the bench is no place for resting; it’s only a subject for looking while on the way—and you know well that there is no arriving.

The picture holds your gaze on the border between sleep and wakefulness; between eternity and decay. It pulls you out of the darkness of presence and entrusts you to this imaginary light. There it suspends you and lets you savor the brightness of a dream.