It’s Just a Dream…

It’s just a dream - between light and memory, the veil fades.

There’s a thin line between what we see and what we remember. Between night and morning, that line dissolves — soft as breath on glass.

This image started as an experiment with reflections and light gradients. But as it unfolded, it felt less like design — and more like déjà vu. The kind of moment that feels borrowed from another life, where you recognize the feeling before the scene.

Dreams are strange that way. They let us walk through places we’ve never been, speak to people we’ve never met, and still wake up missing them.

In the dream, everything makes sense. The colours talk to each other. The silence hums. And time stops asking questions.

Maybe that’s why this piece feels so familiar — because somewhere inside, we’ve all been here before.

On that edge between sleep and awakening, between the real and the remembered, we see who we are without trying to be.

Art, at its best, is the same. It’s not about accuracy — it’s about resonance. It doesn’t prove anything. It just feels true. And maybe that’s enough.

I’m not stock. I’m stories.