Recurring Dream

As a child I would dream of a house on a hill that terrified me. I was too crippled by fear to open many of the doors. The back of the house was completely out of bounds. As I grew up and conquered my insecurities I found myself exploring more and more rooms until eventually I was able to open the very last door and finally open all the curtains in this house and let the light in. Over the years I have walked through this house in minute detail examining the windows, opening and closing them, inspecting the back rooms and exploring why I am so frightened.

Oil on board

148 x 210 mm

5.8 x 8.3 inch