Ancestral Dream

I've always been fascinated by the fine twilight state between dreaming and sleeping, where reality seems to dissolve and expand into something larger than what we may be able to think and comprehend. Time and space cease to be parameters to hold on to.

Black here represents the canvas out of which all we see arises. Then there's gold: there is something about gold that feels primordial and pure. Its resemblance to the colors of the sun and the starts...and honey, essential ingredient of the nectar of the gods.